On the eve of a bad day, In the buried sorrow of love, From a heart which desireth love, A sheep which clings to a harmless wolf.
A monster who plies the way of education, Whose mouth begs to speel thine name, Thine name which the earth gives way to, Oh! How romantic he pronounces.
Love after love he might have wondered, With 86,400 seconds of constant thought of her, To behold and apprize this very angel, Away from him are words to grandstand such beauty.
Again in the depths of his heart he contemplates, Such a bad eve on which he finds her, Such a harmless wolf to whom he flames, Such an angel yet to be found.
BY- Oghenekevwe Innocent Miller. Dedicate to Judith Z Duniya.
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