A Love Confession

My mistress, your heart's beauty does exalt
the flame of tenderness glowing within;
no doubt my mind's balance is like a fin
for swimming, it does perform without fault.
Your image stored in my heart, its dear vault,
is like the wine taken fresh from the bin
and more, your presence gets my mind to spin
like a top; your love seen is my life' s salt.
When your voice is in speech or song, the strength
of the gale is wakened in me to act
with gratitude grand and guard the garden
of your being, for your love is the fact
that is active enough to last the length
of the outer space, true in your person.

by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

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