To Dorathy my beloved(2)

Thy beauty blooms the
Inner part of my shelves
Longing to place all but
None of -your smile on the wood

Thy charming smile
Blows the loudest sound
Of happy tears in the
Heart of many hearts

Thy tiny whisper
Sheds affection into quiet laughter
Blowing the wind of thy sacred love
Into the ear standing in the highest hill

Thy bright face I long for
Keeping watch of my eyes
As thy feet walk by
Under the light of many trees

Thy voice I long to hear
By the side of my heart
For it blinks white light
Radiating the vessels traveling
Through the dark

Oh Do-ra-thy
The touch of thy fingers
I want to feel every moment of my lays
For it present me life after life
In the globe of my days



About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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4 Responses to To Dorathy my beloved(2)

  1. Rocco Brown says:

    Thanks for sharing!


  2. Adimula Dorathy says:



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