On and on,
This to linger,
Like the wish,
Of butterfly,
For nectar.
The hands,
Of heavy rain,
Has washed
The past scenes,
Of sorrowful memories.
Emotion anewly,
Now descends.
Like Island's snow,
In mid of spring.
The sac of love,
Has gotten a bore.
On me oh tonight,
An endless feeling.
My veins... Poisoned!
My heart is daggered,
With the blade,
Of your aiding love.
Either I die of it,
Or you save my soul.
8th June 2014
10: 25 P.m
Esie, Kwara state.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem