Vine Poem by Jide Pounds Ibitoye

Her name is vine
Her lips tastes like the Sweetest wine
In her vineyard I float in glee
taste 's smooth, an unquestionable she

A belle of the Wild west
Stands firm with disciplined breast
Don't sing her a Lullaby
Whisper her a Nightingale and u'd swing her by

Her name is Vine
I want her as mine
Throw jokes at Her and tuck her to bed
Do you mind If Your mine tonight she said

She's Vine
She is Fine
In time
My twine

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25-11-2015
11: 05