ROMANTICISM 'THE PICTURE'

Fresh Rose, your kiss is a

roof for my naked lips.

Fresh Rose, your teeth is 

the flash of thunder,

clapping ludly to the serenade I sing.

You're a straight endless road,

safe for my heart to tour.

Your name is a wind,

whispered gently to my sack of hearing.

you are the white bulb on the spacious sky.

Tola, behind your soft smile,

like a snow, I found teaming 

angels of happiness, joy, gladness...

My upper lip stands aloof,

silently noisy for your touch.

I see a white cloud,

in your opened eyes; Every rhyme

like the lines of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's.

Fresh Rose, your thick cheeks

rebirths a loud smile.

Fresh Rose, you're the sheltering tree, castle whhere safety redeems my hope.

Fresh Rose,a warder you are,

I don't want to be freed 

from your prison.

Fresh Rose, the image of beauty, 

resting on the widest lands upon your face.

AKEEM SOLIU ENIOLA

(TALKING PEN).

The great bard praises his woman with mighty words and wishes to live the rest of the world with her.