If love was a metaphor
If my heart tells lies;
speaks of fallacy,
then sweep me
beneath the mat of the sea
This harmonious, dizzy trilogy,
love, has made me
the sage of dreams
and fortune do I
cuddle with her softly
she is the oven
that does bake my heart,
with an inch of spice
and a kiss of cinnamon,
her lips are icing
on my being
there need be no candles
to declare my
souls new age
from solitude to great coherence,
as I have
become a glowing temple
since she came
she's more than a burger,
beef and cream together
her sweetness
baffles IN-N-OUT.
By Kakraba Afful
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