Treasure Island

Precious Okidika

(27-04-88 / Port harcourt, Nigeria.)

Elizabeth


Elizabeth my love,
Time does erb too fast
And i cannot make it still,
But i will rest my hope
On the strength that you bring.
My future, my promise.

Elizabeth my love,
I dream of a future bright,
A perfect life of love and wealth.
You, my dear are my wealth
And only you are my love.
Idami, my dream.

Elizabeth my love,
I was dead and lost.
A mere shadow of death,
But now i live again,
Full of life and hope,
Edomi, my heart.

Elizabeth my love,
My dreams are nightmares without you.
Life holds no promise absent you
And i am dead, if you are not my heart.
Ufedomi, my love

Submitted: Friday, October 05, 2012
Edited: Friday, October 05, 2012

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