Yearning

My body crave for love
like a beautiful coloured dove
My heart yearn without end
and all years, I pretend
I'll die If I suppress
my yearning heart in distress
My heart is driven wild
Not slave to pretence anymore
And now, I won't ignore
Love that grows like child

Ojingiri Hannah
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