Love is like a flower
Night well spent
Books well searched
The search for life’s flower never wasted.
The perfect love is a rare thing;
The union of sweet desire never tasted.
Love is like a flower it grow and show forth is beautiful colors when given is right condition
Was it something you saw?
Was it something you thought?
Was it something you wrought?
Was it something I dropped?
You were my nighmare
Following me everywhere
Dark tendrils
The reality of brutality
Can not be seem as love
©Akonu Emmanuel
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