Hey

Posted: April 16, 2018 in Uncategorized

We were like them that sang
the rhyme of Shakespeare’s love

We were like them that believed
in taking a bath at the Guilin scenery
after we had run between the miles

We were like them that were imperfect
and vowed to keep being strong
by not giving up on each other

We were like them that sealed their love
with a timeless kiss
that attracted brewers to fetch a sight
to satisfy their lustful thirst.

And,
When I shot a Rose beneath your feet
even the eye of the monstrous feast
and lame of love but pain
hailed me as an Archer, a Sagittarius, an Eros.

But at the end,
I could have been your best
if not for the fact that,
You were just a good lover.

And yea!
The night of your departure
I spoke mildly, softer as the balm that tan
savannah pinning skins
But at the end,
I could have been your best
if not for the fact that,
You were just a kind lover.

 

Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah
#Cautious Da Poet#
#Poet et cetera#

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