MILLION SHADES OF LOVE

(A poem)

Just like the waters
Torrentially flowing from the fount
With no defined end,
My love for you inundates all odds.
The gold deprecates not the stroll through flame,
So does my devotion fights not against temptations;
For my bird has found a nest to nestle
And my butterfly, a nectar to imbibe.

Dear Art,
Deny this minstrel not of requital.
Though his voice may be piercing
And his tune tuneless,
But when he sings of his millions shades of love,
Give his brittle voice and raucous hymn some thoughts.

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A creative writer who's fascinated by Africa and African tales. He enjoys music and preying on conversations.

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Taiyewo Fawole

A creative writer who's fascinated by Africa and African tales. He enjoys music and preying on conversations.