To Dorathy my Beloved(3)

My beautiful lady
I received your letters
Three decades under the light of the sun
Running with calm legs of a day

My joy erodes happily
With the words of thy taste
Widening the gap of thou good love
On the mountain’s shift in the snow

With every beat of thy words
My heart cannot contain
As my specks joined with the smile
That enlighten the beards of my lips

I read to myself
But the loudness can be felt
In every parts of my room
As my tools sing the song
Of thy maiden’s love in its relish

I long every chance
To grab hold of thy fingers
Along the way
That penetrate the long way

To rain the rays of my heart
In honor of your dry celestial skin
Warming it wet with my cool kiss

I quicken my hands
To send my reply in a minute
Of a thousand words in a word of my heart
I set the stones on olive ice
Breaking the love of my heart
In its peel to thy face

I hold on to the sky
As I await the very moment
I would draw the night of it
In the web of thy pretty eyes



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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2 Responses to To Dorathy my Beloved(3)

  1. dorathy adimula says:



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