Poetry || Tale Of A Lover

Tale Of A Lover

Tale Of A Lover

I write of the one
The one my eyes caught
And my lips smiled back at
The one who had me daydreaming
Ridiculous and amusing dreams
The one that has me feeling like a fool
He knows not
My lover is a fool
For his eyes are elsewhere
His eyes are everywhere
Roaming for ladies to devour
To consume and dispose like a napkin
And he knows not that I know
But he is still my lover
And I love him yet
His beguiling smile
Honey-laced voice
And mouth used for sweet talking
For sweet talking me
Telling me things I know
Making me laugh
When he’s there and not
My lover is handsome
And I see why he gets the girls
My lover is not mine
Because he knows not
And I won’t be
One of those napkins he tosses away
He knows it not.

©Ajibike Oyinda

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