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When a bungalow, flat, single will do
Neither a painted sculpture do I woo
Few are things novel as nature’s thrilling
Like streams of beauty in your face, drilling
Yet deny me this and that in the blue
And the prospect that I may be your boo
Still hung up miles away – heaven’s ceiling!
But this heart of mine shall go extra length
If this, the price for your loving grace be
Or forge flowery rhymes as ornaments
Engrave around your rubber soft body;
For your sake I’ll trek up this firmament
Of love, that all should believe as did me.
Written by: Showunmi Olawale Michael
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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