Deep Love Poem For Someone Special


Love Ballads

Love bites
Love hurts
Love stains.

When it bites
It keeps a wound
For remembrance.

When it hurts
It makes provision
For healing.

When it stains
It lives a long time smell
Of invisible desire.
Nsikak Andrew
April, 2002

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