These thoughts which afflict me they do not cease,
My poor mind in their clutches do they not release,
My husband whom so dearly I miss,
His luscious lips do I long to kiss.
Confusion heavily upon me cometh as a plague,
Memories of our love it leaveth but vague,
I miss thy soothing strokes on my head,
My heart incomplete without its other half leaves me but dead.
More romantic than Romeo is my lover,
Abundantly upon me his love doth he shower,
In strength shall I bear this pain,
For soon together shall we be both to us our earned gain.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015
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