LOVE RIDDLE

 

 

Far from the loving arms 🙈

Literature loved me, Poetry married me. 

My bad I remain a forest without trees, 

Once upon a time I made a hive, 

The Swarming bees took my hive for their home, 

Where else can I find my wife 

a lowly bustard  stole my love 😭

I hope you pay me back a lofty sweetness greater than undiluted Juice, 

What hurts more than a forest without trees ?😭 

Bloody mongers I need my wife back sweeter than glucose could ever be.😭

 

 

Chisanga Franklin 

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