I wanted to write a letter,
Good one that clouds and rain will read,
A letter whose content will make the sky glitter,
One which would turn the horizon red,
Maybe with this I might date her,
Maybe then we may wed
I wanted to write perfect lines,
Words composed well and neat,
Romantic words to she whose eyes shines,
The woman with the most beautiful feet.
The beauty with brains.
Her scent at night reaches my bedsheet,
And I bleat,
She always dazzle in her expensive jeans
Amello she’s always neat
I wanted to write her name Mellow,
But I can’t hold properly my pen,
Her photo is always under my pillow,
Her thoughts disturbs my brain
Incase I shout my hello
Will her response ease my pain?
” Mayie nyar Omollo”
You daughter of Omollo, having you is a gain
It wanted to write my soul,
But my heavy brain will not assist,
Loving her is my call,
The owner of the swinging waist,
Her beauty makes my tears roll,
She be my woman , my best,
Marriage is the ultimate goal
Blessed Hand ✍️
Rooted Roots ✍️
© Richard Owino Ogutuh
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