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My love poem to the man...

He stands tall, towering above the mighty sharks. Rumours of death encompasses him but yet stands out to beat the claws of the fattened lion. His white attire bedecks his lean frame unrelentingly. Many seasons may have beaten into the hollow of his cheeks, yet he speaks and stands for what he believes. His head houses years of wisdom, and protected always by a loyal cap.

How much those eyes have seen the injustice of the years, but the frame on his face shields that now. His speeches may trail, and his voice may fail but his will is dauntless.

This man of purpose believes every error can be corrected, every disaster averted, dangers prevented, change can be invented and his love for utopia is unprecedented. He waited over the years silently, hoping for the day his heart desires will be fulfilled, when he'll shower his dreams on his beloved. What more can a man's desire be? He went through all odds and rose over principalities. Here's his last card on the table, will his sweetheart grant him ace, or turn down his engagement in a row. What shall his love do? Frail he may be but he is strong at heart. His love we see, and watch it, he may just be the grandson of Valentine.

P.S. His sweetheart granted him ace.
#Altarboy

Cutehector:
And ur preek stood

haba! On top lollipop? Lol

marshalcarter:
iffa drop 99bullet for ur head...I no do bad tin...shey you know

Chai! *runs under a palm frond for cover* Alakoba. On top wetin?

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Borrussia:
Mtchew... Soro niyen

Oga. Na joke o. Lol. No vex hian!

vjsmiles:
[size=14pt] you would make a good poet but you know whay the fhcking probs is?...... [/size]

What I write poems already but I'd love to hear your suggestion, sir.

sinaj:
will comment afta d Apostle creed .

Apostle's creed? Lol. Let's hear it.

And I had my first kiss...

I had stayed away from it till then, trying to protect myself against its aftermath but at that moment, I just couldn't resist. As I drew closer, I could feel my tongue squirming, and when finally my lips made contact, I could feel shivers all through my mouth. Just then, the sweet redness of its moist covering was printed on my lips and slowly, gently I licked passionately, putting my tongue and lips to work and moving it exquisitely in love. The desire was coursing through my body, and I licked even eagerly. At a time, my teeth could hardly resist the urge to come in, and bite on in a fight with my tongue but I just managed to control myself. Sincerely, I never knew lollipop could be so sweet and sugary...

#Altarboy

marymaria:
i hate it when people write Epistles on social network... if i wanna read long story i will get a novel.
Always keep it short

FLAWLES:
NOT IN THE MOOD TO READ

sinaj:
yawns!!!
i wil read it in class tomoro

OK guys. I understand your point. This is supposed to be my longest poetic love writeup. Bear with me, I couldn't make it any shorter. And show some love. Sorry Hun? Take cookies.

My five-star lover

The sweet wave of destiny passes through an abstract pathway, its presence a oblivion to the simplest of minds, or who would have guessed I'd sway that day, when my heart true love will find. The peaceful wind of love which blows, saturates every corner of my blissful heart each passing day. Surely life is not ever fair, but it has done justice in bringing to me, a faithful companion to avert life's harsh storm, and every joy and sorrow share.

Safety and confidence encompass me when the thought of you fills my mind, a pleasant reminder of how you are with me every moment. Smiles fill my mouth as sweet popcorn, the sight of you beaming at me silently, I could almost feel my feet lifted into the air, carried into the winds by the goddess of love. Beholding you from afar changes my heart's rhythm, the excitement of having me locked in your arms and staring into your ever peaceful eyes.

In the very cold of the night, struggling with the warmth my bedsheets has to offer, the very sound of your voice warms up my spirit like a fireplace. That bold and sweet voice is ever devoid of boredom, as I find myself recalling your words when I seem lonely. When distance takes its place between us, and the cold hands of space draw us apart, the reminder of you, thinking of me wherever you are lightens my spirits and the bond of love tied between our heart vibrates in excitement.

Surely laughter is ever written on my lips as you struggle to relieve me of boredom, telling me stories that never fall out of place. How can I describe the calm in your eyes when you sleep, a baby free of woes and worries, breathing peacefully into the world of love. With what words shall I describe your beauty, words devoid of flattery and tease. Shall I compare it to flowers, their beauty which glows under the morning dew, but wither away by the eventide shade. Shall I compare it to the beauty of the sun, which shines in the morning but goes down in the evening and shaded away by the presence of darkness. Surely your beauty is indescribable, the true evaluation of my eyes, your ever loving beholder.

Little are the words I can say, I must tell you, you mean everything to me. Material things are but nothing, ashes and feathers in the weight of our love. The value of your love for me is far greater than all the gold and diamond of this world. Just a sweet gesture of your very own handwriting in love suffices in all, a hug from you when my world seems falling apart settles my turbulent mind. In the pleasant and bad moments I ll gladly share, for what is money when I have your heart, entwined with mine, together I know surely we will pass through it all.

The misnomerly used phrase, 'the Angel of my life' fits you more in all, as only that best describes your actions to me. The rain may beat and the sun may scorch, my love for you shall never dwindle, for while our lives last we shall always be together, till perfection our love shall reach, never to part but stay as five-star lovers, the very symbol of perfection.

I love you!

#Altarboy

francizy:
She's with OBJ

Haba, that man too old Na. *in Google's voice * Did you mean his pretty grandchild?

suxxman:
Story for the gods

Indeed. Just no Claro here. tongue out. Its a joke.

naijaboiy:
[color=#1980BC]Which special girl was this poem written for?[/color]

None, I've got none. I just like to write on love and romance.

Where art thou? Oh my love!

Where, where, where? I've searched all over, down into the deep, killing sharks and whales to see if you are trapped in their bellies... I've scanned through the moon, surfing thru the galaxies but you don't seem visible... I dined with the forest elders, to see if you are held by spiritual powers, and infact I dug into the rock, but terrestrial powers have you neither, so where art thou?

You may run, but you can't hide, my supersonic speed will get you, (even if I never won a race in sports). Are you playing hide and seek? I've been practicing since I've been a kid, so its better you surrender to my lovely, strong, chiselled and muscular arms leroly.

I've been in a forty-day fasting and prayer session, eating only solids, fast food, cereals, cupcake and assorted fruit juices. Several prophets have laid powerful anointing oils on me, and my head twisted to 360° but you didn't appear. I've moved and prayed at over a hundred prayer mountains, facing the wailing walls daily in supplications and humming, 'I'm looking for Caro'. Where are you? Where!

I've practiced 'skelewu' all night long, throwing my hands to 'Shoki' and disturbing my waist over 'etigi' filled with the thought of when I'll finally be the only mayonnaise on your bread, the only kulikuli in your garri. I know I don't have money yet, but that's why I've been rehearing the 'aye' song, 'she no want Ferrari, she no want designer...' so you ll love even in hunger (how will I buy Ferrari when I'm hungry, when 'aye' is not doing me).

In search of you, I subscribed to the annoying caller tune, hoping you'd hear 2face's 'You Are My African Queen', and fall for me lesekese. I made African China's 'if you love somebody' my ring tone, maybe you ll walk up to me and call me your love... But then, where art thou?

I'm not looking for the prettiest girl in the world, just be the cutest girl in Nigeria (hold on, no, your area alone will do), I'm contented. It doesn't matter if you have curves, circles, pointers, side view and front view, neither do I care if you are well-endowed, as long as you have enough butt and bonnets I can sleep on without waking with body pains, I'm contented.

I've prepared for your coming, having sleepless night with just 8-hours bed rest everyday. I'm ready to give you my all, down to the last pen, good enough to write you the best poem in the world. But where art thou?

Walai, I'm ready to make you the only puffpuff in my pan, the only seed in my mango, the only crown on my pineapple, the only colour on my blue shirt -- just stop hiding from me, abeg!

I may have only garri to drink, but love knows no food. I may look like gorilla but that's why love is blind Na, abi? I hope you don't listen to P-Square too much, because I don't have any money you can chop, except you ll manage bananas and oranges. You are free to pass me your love Sha, and I'll freely fall into any temptation your ifunaya prepares, then worship you as your special man forever.

Abeg, I'm tired of searching for you: Tolani don fall in love, Bukola has found her bone, Omotola has her boyfriend, Taiwo is not interested, Bolaji is engaged and Tomi don turn S U sister. so please, I take God beg you, leave me not to their mercy. Come out sharpaly and let's start our love in Tokyo, singing to you, 'I love my baby'.

©Altarboy