They want to hear my love song.
Which will be for another day.
They Listen carefully so as not to miss a verse.
They Eavesdropped seriously to hear me rehearse.
Mother asked me where is your love?
Father asked me where is your dove?
It is flying up the sky, I answered Father.
It is loving the atmosphere I replied to Mother.
So they left in a confused state.
While I smirked Knowing exactly what they meant in rate.
I entered my room and put on the earpieces.
I brought out a book to write to write up some pieces.
Then I say.
They want to hear my love song.
Which is still at nay.
So I sing in lyrical meters.
So I write in typical seaters.
To my heart, I write to an alibi.
To my love, I sing in lullaby.
I don't have to overturn the most beautiful butterfly.
I don't have to move around as the most attractive guy.
I don't have to debate whether our signs match.
I don't have to contemplate whether a courtship should be a catch.
All I know is a one is for me.
All I know is I am for one bee.
The one that tallies to peace.
The one that doesn't date to tease.
Love is a business for gains.
As the child is one of them, they say.
Growth is an increment for mains.
As love is consistent growth they say.
Moving up the triangle of love.
Noting up the tranquility in love.
Which is what it is.
I stopped singing in a lullaby.
I stopped writing to my heart alibi.
As I heard a noise from the outdoors.
They want to hear my love song.
Which will be for another day.
And hope that day comes sooner :)
Beautiful thoughts penned in verses and phrases. Reading it made me feel like I was doing a rap :)
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