Love

Can I steal her heart
Without talking to her eyes?
Can I touch the vibrant cheek
Without holding her hands?
My dear, your eyes are the dark magical crystal
I've ever seen
They're the wine that led Adam's path

Your heart is the medicine my mother told me of
It's the custodian of your infectious smile that gyrates a man's legs
Keep on healing souls

by Ekwueme Kelechi

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