ROMANTICISM: "SUCH KIND OF LOVE" BY MYLISTIC

Call it a thing,

Definitely not a fling,

Since it's developing,

As it's dissolving,

Though it's not subliming.

It's meant for the doves,

Too bad we're not birds,

Rather we're beings,

With lots of imperfections,

Making us benefactors.

These kind of love isn't easy to find,

It'll leave you offended,

At times emptied,

To appoint you feel drained,

And very famished!

I'll turn you into my farm land,

Plough and plant you as my seed,

Do away with all weeds,

My touch will make you feel loved,

As you await to be harvested!

© MYLISTIC MASTER PEN ✍🏽

- Kenya

The poet persona feels excited about meeting a lover. This loves seems satisfactorily reciprocal and the voice tells his lover to leave previous negative past and flow in this passionate moment forever.