and her beautiful eyes had me spellbound.
O Lord if staring were ever a sin;
I would be king of all criminals, and my head would be crowned.
I long to hold her hands in mine,
that I may dance to the rhythm of her pulse.
Her voice intoxicated me as would wine,
securing my hands in Cupid’s cuffs.
No seas nor valleys are ever so vast,
that I would not cross to see her face.
Her smile radiates longer than the sun could last;
holding my attention with such painless grace.
Set your hands upon my chest Doctor Cynthia,
and heal me of this menacing arrhythmia.
Aanuoluwapo John Adesina - 2018
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