Leap to me

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Love is best replenish in one's youth. Because that is where its union is best enjoyed. But after the dark(old) age sets in, there might be misplace of what or how endless the concept of love is. Therefore, there is an instance urge for one to enroll into a relationship quickly. Learn from the poet side of argument about this ideology in this poem.


Leap to me
Dear sunny sea of solemn sit
Fit your globe of pulchritude
With the season visit
To adore our union feast.
To be my love, and be mine.

Leap to me
When your radiant is cloud;
I will be your light. 
Seek  me, When the peacocks are striped;
I will be the sun that brighten your mind.
be my love, and be mine.


Leap to me 
Before the summer turns winter;
And the might of ages declines.
I will feed you endlessly.
So, be my love and be mine.

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Leap to me 
Now, daily and forever.
Cloth me like the harmonious river
Till our shines be made newer
Till your love be mine.

Taiwo Ayeni
©2022

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Comments

Anonymous said…
This is so nice, poet. More inks to your pen. From Tope, Mirrors.
25 September 2022 at 11:43
Anonymous said…
This is lovely!! More wisdom in Jesus name
14 December 2022 at 17:49
Anonymous said…
This is beautiful ❤️
4 March 2023 at 00:30
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