POETRY: THE VOICE OF LOVE

Love speaks to me in strange voice
Voice, howbeit of known force
The hour i met her, that, i call source

I breathe her from distance away
Am found lost in her fragrance sway
For at her absence, in love, i stay

Her hair, my hand craves to fiddle
As she indulge in my cuddle
My heart seeks answer to a riddle
Dated at my little, at my cradle

If love gives pleasure from within
Then right is my feeling
Of her, is my thinking

At my tender, i foster my thought
Of the feelings i bought
At high love cost
That pays the debt of my lust

Written and edited by adeyemo nathaniel