Like skyscrapers
She comes in stories,
no wonder her building
Is, a combination of elegance and style.
Like a forest she is made up of trees
Eyes wide open in threes
Two eyes left-right in awestruck gaze
A mouth as a third eye in haze..
Like a mirror
She, reflected dreams
Stories of what he wanted to be
And who he wanted her to be to he.
Like, an ocean
She was limitless
She, was something he couldn’t exhaust
Something blue and soft
Something salty to add taste to his life
And quench his thirst.
Like fan, she knew
When to cool his hot temper
And like a fireplace,
She knew when to be his warmth.
Written by : Michael Afenfia
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