Just about Her subtle power with she crumbles Him

Miss Love

"I love you"
The oil with which you fry my brain into scrambled eggs

"I miss you"
The lullaby with which you rock my senses to sleep

"I will call you"
The coffee with which you burn the sleep off my eyelids

"When are we going home to see my mama?"
The piercing scream that jerks me up from the dream!

Poetry by Alfred Iwerebor
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 17:23

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lol what a punch line? this is both romantic and very funny, re the mother! Nice write, Tai

Amanda K
a sweet poem to be honest. thx 4 sharing it.

Emeka Chike Nwogu
If indeed love fries your brrain, I beg you have a rethink. Stand up for love my guy. Great comment you made about Canto In Silence. I deeply appreciate it. Thanks, jare.