The way I fell
In love with her
Was with the utmost obeisance
She shimmered like gold carvings,
Beautifully painted on cocoa wood
She put one foot in front of the other
As though she was deliberately making poetry
Making love to the soil
She stood tall
What woman can do with the grace of her body is immaculate
When asked what her name is
She breathed it out like flammable magic
'Princess'
It was no surprise
When my heart immediately bowed down to her
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The Thing About Poets
Romance"It is simple, I am not abundantly brilliant I am simply brilliant, there is quite a difference." A poetry collection about the everyday thoughts, emotions, random and deliberate occurences of an average poet. The kind of poetry collection where y...
