ASK ROMEO, MIND JULIET

This poem is meant for Temitope Olowookere, my 'lady tee' whom I cherish so much...

True to a heart; where true love liveth,
Ask Romeo, mind Juliet,
Wondered why my rose is red,
And I shall tell you,
I had my heart bled on it profusely,
And so germinated my greeny rose fertilizers of platelets.


Mind why I never gave a damn about love?
Ask Romeo, mind Juliet,
Asked why my eyes speaks no longer for love?
Hear me out and I shall tell you,
When you close your eyes to my lips,
In the presence of the flame so rekinded,
Then your heart shall listen to what emits inner-like,
For nothings seems imaginable than the confluence of two hearts; our hearts.

Wondered what prompted this 'h-art' of love?
Ask Romeo, mind Juliet,
There exists many inverse in the universe,
Inverse of no generic nature, 'fitures' like yours,
You can count, and count; around,
Till you lose account of whatever they hold,
Why then should I shield a heartfelt downpour?

What do I give to ignite a heart that has refused to beat?
Ask Romeo, mind Juliet,
How do I say to myself, the emptyness in me is over?
Maybe by pouring this confession of sanital love only you can understand,
Then, my heart shall fulfill its quest for rest,
Maybe you shall see this flow of superlative 'h-art',
As an evidence of the existence; that of my love for you.

COMPOSED BY:
ORIMOLOYE, Ifeoluwa (Comr.)

OGBENIIFE:
ASK ROMEO, MIND JULIET

This poem is meant for Temitope Olowookere, my 'lady tee' whom I cherish so much...

True to a heart; where true love liveth,
Ask Romeo, mind Juliet,
Wondered why my rose is red,
And I shall tell you,
I had my heart bled on it profusely,
And so germinated my greeny rose fertilizers of platelets.


Mind why I never gave a damn about love?
Ask Romeo, mind Juliet,
Asked why my eyes speaks no longer for love?
Hear me out and I shall tell you,
When you close your eyes to my lips,
In the presence of the flame so rekinded,
Then your heart shall listen to what emits inner-like,
For nothings seems imaginable than the confluence of two hearts; our hearts.

Wondered what prompted this 'h-art' of love?
Ask Romeo, mind Juliet,
There exists many inverse in the universe,
Inverse of no generic nature, 'fitures' like yours,
You can count, and count; around,
Till you lose account of whatever they hold,
Why then should I shield a heartfelt downpour?

What do I give to ignite a heart that has refused to beat?
Ask Romeo, mind Juliet,
How do I say to myself, the emptyness in me is over?
Maybe by pouring this confession of sanital love only you can understand,
Then, my heart shall fulfill its quest for rest,
Maybe you shall see this flow of superlative 'h-art',
As an evidence of the existence; that of my love for you.

COMPOSED BY:
ORIMOLOYE, Ifeoluwa (Comr.)

Who is this girl??.. Hmm
If to say you included her picture ni.. It could have made front page..
Steve