A lady in the picture

Guy's this is another poem, somebody wrote about me, inspired by seeing this photo. Hmmmm, i feel very honored and i'm very excited to present....The lady in the picture (which so happens to be moi, enjoy :)

Just a poem I would love another man(probably your boyfriend)to write for you after looking at your photo gallery. Attached is the photo that inspired me to write this.

A lady in the picture

I would follow my first instinct
to reach out and draw her close to me
far away from covetous eyes
of he that lurks in the dark
from he that shares my thought:
"I will hide her in the safest of my heart"
only if she’s not
a lady in the picture……

I set my gaze on her
like sun gaze daily on earth.
I see her beckoning to me.
Her mouth wide open
saying something
I dare decode it
she has made the symbol of my love
the shape of her lips
her teeth, shining like white gold around it
I see the chains of my love
wrapped around her neck.
Oh how beautiful she looks!
Oh how beautiful!
The lady in the picture.

I see wings all around her
wait..................
It dawns on me
She is telling me something:
"Babe here I am
let's fly to the ends of the earth
haste to come
'cause time is ticking
I would wrap you inside my wings
Aha, that's the way it’s done"

Only if she’s not
a lady in the picture,
I would follow her to the ends of the earth.

Gbenga copyright 2009

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