Forfeiture
Were you a rose
I’d pick your scent
And eye tips of your blouse
And mine heart be content
Were you clouds
I’d acquiesce to the clear blue sky
And see this beauty swallowed in crowds
And be your guy
Were you a river
In a silent forest
I’d softly whisper
Breathtaking words and make mine heart blest
But now you are wind
Blowing from the fours
This love, today I prescind
And forfeit a would-be YOURS
Murithi Ikiara
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