INAMORATA by Henry Ochiagha
Loneliness and midnight breeze torments
Especially when no one is by your side
Who will be my inamorata?
One morning at the bus stop
I ran into a young charming lady
Thinking she was the one
Not knowing she had other agenda
Never knew i was chasing after another
Those that came by are like those that went by
Bearing the mark of dishonesty
Disobedient; not ready to be corrected
Pride; no humility
Unfaithfulness; not faithful
Chasing after my treasure like a sea pirate
Where can i see you?
You may be with another man
But i believe the wind of love will surely unite us
Someday sometime somewhere
I have search the whole country in the continent were i reside
All i see is fake pretenders that mimic your attributes
My inamorata, let me be your inamorato
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