Art, poems and prose.

I am in my chamber, Rosa fair, 
Missing the fragrance of your hair. 
And the smoothness of your tender skin 
That brings out your innocence and beauty. 

Without the taste of your red lips
That taste like peppermint and wine;
Without the light of your unfading smile, 
I feel flavorless and incomplete. 

The scent that ooze from your fair skin 
Smells of an unfading paradise and peace. 
Your smile that strengthens my weakness
Makes me believe love really exist.

©Okunola Peace.