Art, poems and prose.

Why have you forsaken me without cause
When my heart is getting old and worse?

You left me in a shell of loneliness
When my ears yearn for your sweet tone. 

You are fairer than a primrose,
Fairer than angels in heaven pristine. 

You are clever and mindful with great feat,
And every story from your lips are great. 

Shall i compare you to the morning dew, 
Mellow and divine on my red-some lips. 

O Sarah!, I will happily wait by the tree 
At the crossroad of our glaring beginning. 

©Okunola Peace.