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A Maiden, Music and Melody | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu


POEM 244: A MAIDEN, MUSIC & MELODY
Desire,
there be none of earthly daughters
with music like you.

like melodies on the waters
is your voice to me:
when, as presumed, the sound of your voice,
like ocean waves enchanting,
my enchanted heart a-mushy.

like ocean waves, still and gleaming
under the passionate heat of the sun
so, my desire, is your voice

the lulled winds of peace surreal
sweep me away on a wings of sound waves,
until I'm intentionally lost in amorous dreams

time pauses, for a forever-like while,
to your voice melodious rhymes

gods stand, stare, salivating
for the sound of you unravel the heavens with melody

mortals are not left out
in awe they mope,
by the magic in your voice, roped.

indeed desire,
there be none of earthly daughters
with music like you.

I love you!

#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician
#SSA

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