I am worn out with vigils from wooing
like stagnant water in broken gutters.
My strength, like the waning moon,
flickers out laggardly at the corridors of famishment.

Oh,I'm love sick,
for this curvaceous tender demoiselle
whose voice surpasses that of the heavenly host.

Listen to the songs produced by my heartbeats,
my love has left all women
and now hovers over thee,
it has alighted on Ahone
like dawn over darkness.

I wont stop talking of thy bounty
thy coca cola shape waters men's mouths,
thy alluring thighs,so sweet and seductive brings me to my senses,
the glare of thy hips almost blinded me,
diamonds are buried in thy eyes,
no wonder,they sparkle.

A unique maiden with a pure heart,
an epitome of calmness with curative smiles,
as fresh as the dews of April.

Ahone,
if thou decides not to enclasp me into thy heart,
I will lose myself on the laps of life
and thou will frisk for me tiredly
in the conscience of thy heart
but I will remain indelible even when thou try heaving thy past into trashcans.

ERNEST ENOH EYONG
THE DAZZLING POET.

DECEMBER 7TH 2017.
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