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Aug 2015
I could still hear the humming in the darkness
Of twilight with a touch of ruby from dying dusk
It wasn't something that to know you had to ask
I was in love with her eyes that twitched with star like uniqueness


He was a gamble I always wanted to make
Even if all odds in the book said different
They said my heart would eventually break
But greened off their warnings with a leaf pigment

Saying hallo was something hard to come by
Since I knew it all comes wrapped in goodbye
But with her it was as if a swirling force field pushed me to try
When her teary eyes suddenly started to cry

To be honest seeing him stare at me filled with fear
Filled my Soul with a chilling emotion I couldn't fathom
And flooded my eyes couldn't see clear
And he stood in fixation up my shirt button

I smiled trying to submerge the submarine of despair
And shifted my eyes from her ******* to her shoes
Triggering a deeper fascination for she had a beautiful pair
Henceforth could not cut my nervousness loose  

They say let the prince charming do all it takes
To secure his heart what for it desires
But watching his trembling fingers and body shakes
I was compelled to help my warewolf deal with his fool moon fires

Haven't set eyes on such a fair skin and face like sunrise
Probably since the dawn of mine eyes
What little does my mind to bring forth thee better speech
And I rice farmer in the swamp of foolishness,nervousness being the leech

Alas! Weep not your stolen speech if thou sayest facts
For what maiden alive would not slay but love
To witness such mesmerizing but charming acts
Which my scarred heart doth not deserve?

Be not unfair to thyself fair one for flowers bloom
At sunshine of your beauty quick as they manifest afore a bride and groom
Matching down the Holy Isle after they art vowed
Thou deserve more for like petals of roses thou art endowed
Just an incomplete sketch, gonna edit and if someone is in for a collaboration, especially if you know Elizabethan English, cool with me, they told me people have started stealing good pieces from HP, well, was abit discouraged but realized when a piece of art is stolen, it simply implies It's perfect.
Ignatius Hosiana
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Ignatius Hosiana  30/M/Kampala-Uganda
(30/M/Kampala-Uganda)   
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