Love Like Magic | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

LOVE LIKE MAGIC

If you had been where I have been

in the clouds called nine,

you'll tell in alien tongues

why I'm deeply in love.

If you had seen what I have seen,

you would not laugh at love.

You would not wonder why

I fall for her every enticement.

The spell...

In my dreams, it's her name I spell.

Talkin’, lovin' dreaming. The spell!

She sought after me like bee for nectar

until she found a rose -

Red all through to its petal-tips,

was her love for me like the curve of her mouth -

bone of her bones...

The scent of her breath

and the red of her lips...

If you had heard what I have heard -

the enchanting songs that fall from her lips like a nightingale -

Your heart would leap.

I'm overwhelmed by the ecstasy -

Like stars in the night, like rainbow after rain;

The melody of her refrain

reigned like a queen, got me in tune.

I'm floating on the wings of her magic.

West meets East - her noon meets my night,

her songs mutes my resistance,

gets me in tune with her love, like magic.

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

#Pengician

#SSA

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