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Jul 2018
There came an angel to my side
From the bowers of paradise
She hosted my heart, and in my system, hers is ah parasite
She was my own, mine earthly bride,
With heaven's pure sunshine in her eyes.
We were mated from above, millennial before I was born
I live happily in her love.
Love was my all, my guiding star,
And like a wanderer in the night,
I hailed the radiance of her light from afar,
Because it shone with certain light;
All those visions, bright and high,
Which the pure-hearted only see
And the love-binded can only feel
The sun envy how her soul glow and shine
And the union of her soul and mine
Fastened tight like a pillar of a skyscrapers' hall
This poor world seemed far too small
To hold the measure of my love
My precious wife, my nesting dove
My paired-mate from above

Hmm, then there came a fearful day,
A day of sorrow and of pain,
When, like a helpless child, I lay
And fever burned in my every vein.
When the living-parasite in me, left its chest
And my own heart roams around, east and west
Looking for a chest to nest
And my lily lung couldn't make a breath
Weeks came and went, they went and came
And I could only breathe the name
Of the lone watcher at my side
In faint and weak, at length I lay,
I felt my pulses fluttering play
My spirit is about to leave its being
This worthless vessel's 'bout to turn to bin
While darkness gathered over all
Like autumn leaves about to fall.
My poor, tired heart could do no more
And I could see the Grim-Reaper opening door
But why? Why living, striving, dying,
Why never did my soul cease crying?
I'm about to lose my faith;
Is this my destined fate?
Why did she precede her LOVE with HATE?
How would I le-vitate
I prayed with the last power
Waiting for my last hour

But in between life and death
My roaming heart found its nest
My being became whole again
My pain and hurt flows away
On my prayer mat; I knelt, I lay
With my hand stretched-sided; I stare at the sky and pray
Give, Oh Lord, Give me, I implore
One pure spirit that can love me, one that I, too, can adore
Abdullateef Moshood
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Abdullateef Moshood  31/M/Ogbomoso, Oyo, Nigeria
(31/M/Ogbomoso, Oyo, Nigeria)   
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