Weak in the knees
Like bees
A humming heart
Conundrum
Tedium of the mind
Yet irresistibly
In my soul flows
Imperfectly perfected
Withering flowers
Scents remembered
Stench of attraction
Divinity of love
The perfect connection
Too alike to repel
Poison of the mind
Food for the soul
I don't need to survive
But life is not without.
Fimisola Samuel
29-9-14
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