• emeka_joel 5w

    I look at the stars on a bright windy night,
    Lighting up the sky with their shining light,
    Yet in beauty they pale in comparison,
    To the fire that burns in your eyes;
    You belong in the company of princesses,
    Such is the rareness of your beauty,
    The sound that your lips create,
    Is like a sweet precious melody;
    My mind obsesses for your love,
    My will is no longer my own,
    The one I can't stop thinking of
    I am imprisoned by your love.
    ©emeka_joel