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Akinwale Peace(Philip Peace) celebrates World Poetry Day with his first Romantic poem for the day titled: A Picture Of You Should Charge, In My Heart' obviously, by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
A Picture Of You Should Charge, In My Heart.
Kiss me, memories are my worst bruises
Hold me, kiss my for'head, till kiss diffuses
Touch my nose with yours, let 't tour on muses
Touch my heart, gallop, gallop, 't infuses.
The flying wind at night is cool, breezes
that makes my breath skip and make lips hisses
Hug me, don't go away; let's make wishes
I'll go to the sky 'n' fetch stars of swishes.
You make my heart beat slowly like the drum
I'm like the wandering cloud when I feel glum
I appear in your smiles, in your eye sum
You're my rhythmic pant'ng piano and drum.
I see you in my eyes, you're in my eyes
The butterfly in my stomach, that flies
like the sky dew on vale roses. Your smiles
are the horizon of spring on desert sighs.
Let the snow of my love burn in your heart;
Twill be so cold, hug me near you; your art.
Smile, show me your dimple, they're my eyes' art
A picture of you should charge, in my heart.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace
lol, I don't have a Girl Lover(I'm really single, not searching too, just best friends with girls... Yea, that will do) tho, but romanticism is in my blood, tho it takes my emotions into a journey I can't decipher!
This is my first poem for today, celebrating World Poetry Day with a romantic poem should be sweet!
For the fact that today is a World Poetry Day. Follow me on Facebook(Philip Peace) or WhatsApp(+2348103675712), send me any picture(it can be your picture too) or sort to write on, I'll try my best to do it beautifully!
Send them in, to Philip Peace. Let us smile!!!
I am Akinwale Peace Akindayo, Philip Peace of "words from the innocent mind"


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