UNMASK ME 2
'Twas was a waking call and her voice was breaking
She said' my night wasn't sweet, today, let's meet
Let our needs gently proceed
My sleep too was shallow down a path narrow
We held hands in sweet comfort down the street
Our smiles were glistering with deep string
My heart beats for her voice, oh, my darling choice
Tender you are, not a pretender
Oh, 'tis coming real, yea, l feel
Her voice pulls, her rejoice cools
I still hear the echo ' unmask me' like an arrow
Pierced me through the marrow, keep my hope for morrow
(c) Munemune Ebitimi Arthur-290519
This poem is about:
Me
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