Blind to his mind
I wish I can see the mind of the sweetened tongue
Of my love he sings
How he dies for me
You are the melody in my heart
The constant sound that rings a bell in my ears
The daily thought that gladdens my soul
My night rest and sweet dreams
He sings my praise
Smiles clothes his face when he beholds me
Even in the suspicious act
I’m fooled and forced to believe him
Cos the smiles looks lovely
It shows love and happiness for me
I suppose
But his attitude says otherwise
Blind to his mind
I wish I can see
The mystery of his heart
His true value for me
My true place in his heart
Who I am really to him
Though he sings my praise
I have little or nothing of him
Though he proclaims his mountainous love for me
Still, I die waiting in hopeless hope to have a little of it
Should I judge with the words of his melody
Or judge with the attitudes of his melancholy
My mind, greased with happiness at his multitude sweetened words
But my soul bleeds at his obnoxious attitudes
In this I’m confused
Should I leave
Or should I stay
Bored to hear him say
I love you so much, dear!
Pastor Nwoko Solomon Ikechukwu (the Poet).
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