My love, gentle as a dove
I wanted the whole of you
So i drove from Lome to Rome
And i roved until i found hope.
You were a rose growing on the concrete
And as i rose to play a role, a lilac was blooming
Not far from the pole.
And a mole strode towards a hole.
No nectar, no colourful petals
From nearby a reek of jasmine that filled the nose
There was a sole fight against instinct
Then you stole my heart, rose.
Transplanted, your bloom loomed
As the seasons drove by
From this vantage i watched with plain pleasure
Your bright red cynosure.
Your seductive pose led to my amorous probe
And i drank from intoxicating nectar hitherto Non-existent
Folding my eyes like a praying mantis
I dozed from a dose of love
You are not merely a rose, you are a queen
Nor am i merely a drone, i am an agent
Hoping to place the grain on the stigma
A fruit would be the culmination of this symbiosis.
