Falling… Poem by JESUROBOOWIE GIFT IMAFIDON

Her eyes are like the butterflies'
To be with her I long to fly
Thorns, rubbles and rubies on the floor line,
As she plays, she'll be fine

She flutters through the woods in delight
As she sings her heart out in the moonlight
The stars dance shamelessly, unrestrained
My inner core has been veined

To speak to her, my tongue is shy
Inside I flagged that the desire is sly
But locked in her eyes my heart is tied
To be her slave will be my pride

Her hair is smooth like English silk
Not to lose her, I must wear my best bilks
Her hands to the sky are now raised
As her voice hits the utmost octave, she fazed

Drowning in the distant mirage, not in a cage
I ran to save her but she resisted in blind rage
Then I woke up to see in her eyes the truth that hurts
Biting like powerful strokes from a quirt

I grasped at last, that, while I was falling for her charms
She was drowning, falling in my arms
To a love that was never was
A theatrics that was everything but without a cause