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TEARS OF

A TEARING LOVE.

1. Quagmire has totally lost his sagacity of sight, He is blind and has been deterred from the light, He has been brain washed and no longer right, To love a sophisticated lady who takes flight. Im no longer the color of his dye, The desired bowl of his reducing sugar. The blameless morning star of his fragile sky, The only ingredient in his nutrient agar. 2. I look at his blue sparkling sapphire eyes. I see happiness and desires of a magnificent love, Burning for a lady who has claimed him with lies. And does not need to return to his nave Calvarias dove. Have I lost my charming angelic name? Have I changed my glimmering face? Are my breast and oranges not the same? Why then has my essential changed to that pace? 3. I consummate the inevitable heart torture, The pain of the desolated love and ambushed golden future. The morning sun is gone; the mid-day is cruel and duels, For my shield, has been corrupted from where I dwell.

By Rhyzue Sylvester

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My educated friends, my mentors, and my sisters, Why is love so sinister to administer when it flows? Why tears of a tearing love from the flute he blows? Is this the delicacy of how too much love glows? 4. I truly love my lollipop, the sweetest among sausages, The pillar of my temple, the owner of my selective orchard. I touch the clouds, breathless when he climbs to pick his oranges, When he gets for my weak breath, pressing me tight onto his chest. I need his word at least to keep me at a rest. To heal my eradicated soul for it is all awkward, Feeling the evening cold in the cage where am a pet. Watching the light of the day fading in the sun set.

By rhyzue Sylvester. Email:rhyzuesylvester@gmail.com Dedicated to Hilda Agunja

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