Classic Love
Our love is classic it flow
right through our vein then
find it place in our brain, it
intoxicate us. Sweeter than
honey, stronger than wine.
Planted on trust, devotion and
care, so high that they can't
touch us.Bound together like
butterflies in erotic scene,
precious as music, fresh as
the morning dew.The word
hurt does not exist here, up
or down you stick with me
our love is priceless, it is
classic.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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