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African Flower

Poetry By: LEBEA

Romantic twist of destiny, bad luck at work and fateful intervention.

Submitted:Jun 27, 2007    Reads: 159    Comments: 10    Likes: 2   

My African flower,

Cooler than the shade of the Marula tree

Flawless in all regard, Ideal beyond aptness

And robs all senses upon sight

I've ached for thee my entire life,

To perceive thy tone "my heart"

With premonitions of love-eternal,

And recognize thy image as soul mate.

Hearts thumping solitarily and regarded as heavenly prepared

And Preordained to seize each other

Oh, How I crave to taste thy lips;

How I hunger for thy zealous embrace.

Fretfully anticipating daylight,

To foretaste thy radiantly blossoming magnificence,

To gaze in thy sparkling eyes

And acknowledge flawlessness.

I shall carry on aching for thee eternally.

For I qualm proclaiming my feelings

While we are kith and kin

And I shall eternally seek to find one more flower as fair as thee...


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