ROMANTICISM 'HOW LOVE DRINKS'

I remember the first night you smooched me till midnight,

and the sun had to beat you,

my meal rose you sharply.

We thanked God for that cream moment,

confessing our soul and spine 

and I knelt to pray you to God.

We aspired for a self room contain,

not the potty for the morning beans effect.

Not up to four months,

complications make my passion go mad,

I don't know why you are so so so Proud

to accept I support you with all my smiles.

Which is the dream?

The complications or the dream we had?

I am still crying on the bed,

you are on the flooooorrr...

Why?

I stink?

Tell me the dream !

AJAKAYE RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO

STRIDA_ Striking Ideas.

The great poet laments after living with a man she is not legally married to. She exposes how love fades with gradual familiarities and wants to know if he still loves her.