A Wish At Seventeen
I've thought always of you as the wild rose in perfection of my garden,
So fresh and full of restive lightening,
Streaming from streets within coasting sky,
Where the angels at dusk abode,
accustomed by awesome breath of spring,
From the freshest bosom beneath.
My words are in count demised,
For your queenly voice at my drowsy soul elevate each at staring stand,
My dark dangerous eyes,
against the lightening pricks
at each sprawl of the sassy pedantic sun,
Longing in eternity to what your beauty's worth might behold
in the smiling face of the moon by the death of the day,
For yet, i bear what may look like you at each passing street in my teary heart,
For through this means, my gasping days are prolonged,
In this delight, i dispense glee in abundance of affectation,
At first, i thought i would fiery this through not having asked myself against the seeming odds knowing my regrets sail abroad,
My delusions now at your beckon stranded
and to mother nature behest
that this bond strengthens beyond the shores of perpetuity,
It wears no crime to my instinct
that i butcher the butterfly when i met your exquisite forehead gaze,
I thought your flaming locks of auburn hair will never in time skim through my nose,
I thought I'm too gracious to feel the softness of your radiant ivory skin,
Under intensive observation of each crossing point
I thought i would never feel the warmth in your breath as that of fire stand grazes the underside of my skin to my bosom's call,
I thought i would never tell a tale about the sweetness in your voluptuous red lips and how keen it dazzle's in heart,
Now more than ever in respite of my wishes i desire to pass my long love days through your soft gentle breath,
I desire to tell the world that the race for that lasting string of virginity is by your modesty crowned,
And lastly, i desire to love again because you have set me on this path.
poem by Folayemi Akande
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