Ras Olugbenga

Some Poetry I Wrote....

Ras Olugbenga
Some Poetry I Wrote....

 

Love is thy name, how perfect is thine art, how subtle is thy fame

For many seek to enter, abounded n thy splendor

Thy warmth has no contender, decimating cruel winters

Thine gift has no parcel, polar of martial - identical arsenal

Though I might flee, you beckon to thee, indubitably

As one we become, like sea and setting sun

The joke is us, a never-ending pun