Love is the crush in the rush of prudent
Passions and emotions, it’s the adoring
in the odour of Porous membrane
where emotions electrify the water goddess
and Mermaids for floating.
I love you with my running bowels
Digesting my bolus of memories into
Addiction of romance and may flower of
Amity showers.
Believe me, through every world I break down into words of bewitchment
I do love you more than symbiotic morning dews
that wedded in the dawn of morning glories.
My words to you swim aflame like the giant titanic
that wrecked sheer dominance on the umbrella of ocean currents and torrents.
I will never delay the relays of drunkenness
That you’ve poured to the brim of my pumping heart.
I will never allow my heart to hit icebergs
Through levity and pity of the love language.
Loving you has buried me in the paradise of fancy,
hallucination, incubus, vagary and trance of dreams.
Loving you has written me the admission into the caves of doves
Who knows how to love beyond the confluence of loneliness and misery.
With you, time is a pipe into a new world of words,
with you, time constricts and shrinks like wrinkles line and rail.
I love you more than the roles of poles of a molar concentration
and mass concentration reacting together
to form electrovalent bonds in unison.
I fly in the sky with passion unleashed
through you when I sight you from afar;
I glide above the distance covered by single men
who alone tie themselves together without bliss.
I love you than you could ever love yourself;
I love you more than you could ever love
to infinite compression of fancies,
together in bold texts and chats,
we float together in romance
and communion of harmonic and resonating spirits.
Believe me through every letter
I combine to make matter and mass,
believe me when we’re both awake in the dangerous midnight
where monks and popes swim in dreams and daydreams.
My letters are masters of their own fist and faith,
my letters are coast boundaries of asserting
and orating in ecstasies and merry jury.
Our daily composition lives a gazelle eve
of Christmas celebration, I do love you, my queen.
You’re like the lovely feast I cannot wait to taste;
you’re like the bewitching beast to paradise gates.
I love you in rounds of merry goals and bowls;
I love you with my calm, peaceful and meek thoughts.
I love you, my queen.
Our days will forever produce rays of intricate love
call with our codes and digits as a password
into the website of past memories that sings.
Every text I receive perceives the world
in a dimension of realities untold,
every chat in my charts are untold statistics
of comics and topics, we both wrote together
as doves with colourful mysteries of dawn.
See to this powerful outreach
and give your life to the dove that preached to save your soul,
give your life to the dove that produced sparks
and pyrotechnics in your skipping and beating heart.
Love will not kill you when you do it with the right person.
Give your life to love and experience the confidence
lovers reach that makes them hang on
when the road seems long,
give your life to romance and experience the conviction
lovers reach that makes their heart to purge,
bleed, and excrete away pain and sadness.
Give your life to romance and experience the bonds
lovers feel that makes reality to be real than dreams.
Paul Oluwafemi David is a Nigerian who fell in love with poetry watching the beauty of nature, he is a student of professor Wole Soyinka and Ben Okiri.currently he is a student doctor at the college of human medicine university of Nigeria Nsukka with a strong mandible for the wonders of the universe. He has been published in AFRICAN WRITER and PRAXIS MAGAZINE. His work is about to be published in TUCK, BANGALORE, NANTYGREENS and KALAHARI