She is witty but subtle and her light skin is the mark of imaginary lines A brilliant colour in figment like fairy light She never sings with water voice or bubble inside empty songs. She is the spectacular,the voice from flageolet and violin flick of soulful heart.I reckon her poem even this ode consoles her enemy of epic jelousy.She is seaview magnificent petal in vase.l wear you a pure crown with beads and cowries of silver colour you own the jupitar in our planet,my wonderful Queen

Whats the sign of that crimson sunset in your eye.whats the significant of that asian tatoo on your neck.       I wanna know bcus l once fell in love with the mumies ever since l visited gizel and several nightmare hunted me with love inspite the fear.so tell me why were you silent in my cry or are you really an angel in disguised

I want to love but nobody wants me.        I want to share but no one is ready to hear me what then is flower growing for or birds in the air bcus l am just shattered like broken glasses. No one to give sunflower and share feelings,nobody to help me carry my heavy heart that is full of stigma.  Solitude is what my life is made of and throbs   I will love any one any where in the world but let me me just discover one red rose in the midsummer and l promise to love you till l transit to where everyone goes

How fresh your butter hair smells when sunlight glows in wet climate.How soft the bird song feels when coral flowers dance in the wind.                       *** of marigold surrounds our bed and only the perception consumes the air.         The river of love links us to the steam of passion,how your body wraps me up in mazing tickle.oh l am really crazy about the fragrance of our emotional petal as juice your kisses and euen the flourecent of your gazing eye helped me in my daze bcus l dozed off into you for energe How sweet your butter finger lick my passionate sweat like crushed lemon fruits.    You are just pure as black skin my sweet woman and l have found love again in you

I am sorry l scared her with my anger and she wept bitterly in pain.    The soul of my blues soaked into water pine I feel really shattered not even hope can rise my spirit again bcus the rain is very much deep. Mother,l want her to reaveal my grief and give me her arms again just for once like it was yesterday when birds sang songs in our laughter.forgive me my holy mother and send her this tears on your table.its all draging me into the wind of death

They are inside illusion with selfish pen             They are outside sanity with greedy heart.         They cheat fancy things with imagery eye and dash feelings into the wind. Empty lines surrounding their walls in shallow daze,all poets say hello not even me bcus my spirit is water catch me if you can.you would probably hit the wrong side of all me little poets

I wear you a silver crown my honey dew    I wear you those pretty things that buy my heart whenever stars tingle in starry night you as red rose    I wear you a golden crown that never fade my witty poetess l wear you blossom of coweries and bead you are the seaview star that sparkles in our darkness l wear you all wonderful stars even poem duchess and traditional poet. Seaview is family with gorgeous queens never cast a spell on yourself to conform every other things bcus this queens are wealth l honour always.you can only be a maid to them