Duet ' LOVES VIEW '

Y.R-HUMBLE:
Love is a heaven which everyone craves for,
love, the nest which birds run to,
love is prim peacock with emblem of beauty
amidst quanta favour
with pure affection, globe is an Eden garden.
With it, we have rising catalyst,
without it, falling tryst comes in
my bard chum, love is a god,
I can give my eye teeth for it.

AST-ENIOLA:
Damn! What a word worth receding
'Love ',
a dangerous dagger that stabs
the aura’s heart with the force of bogus words,
I’m the aura, the dissident of fake love.
Love, a vulture that eats flesh of living hearts,
love seems abhorrent in the heart of
me and voiceless hearts.
Coherent murderer is love to aura,
my bard chum, I’m still in denial.

Y.R-HUMBLE:
Oremi love is cool as ice,
Eniola take it or leave it,
What do we call antidote?
Antidote is the reliever of woes
so the love, it relieves one from unseen qualms,
no witty cardiologist like love for truth love cures
with no tablet nor injection.
Love is as cool as ice
for it cools one’s heart with affection amidst ecstasy,
Eniola you ought to subscribe to love
as it stings in happiness to the listener of it,
love is melodious like Asa’s music
for the listener does it flow.

AST-ENIOLA:
My bard! I see love as man
impregnates boredom, the witch
Mother of quandary who gives birth to aloofness in the dungeon,
Bro mi! Don’t you think you’re myopic to subscribe for love?
Why should I counsel others to board the car of love?
Love destroyed my heart big time,
I wish I gave epitaph of love for my kiths to read,
love died in world of mine, left agony
and took away mother hen.
Love is the betrayal or the mother hen?
I look up to sky each night
to hear the sound of ovation
that love is worth not dying for.

Y-R HUMBLE:
Love! Love!! Love!!!
The pole of the earth, Eden’s thatch,
love, the strength of the globe
sunlight,
water,
bloom flower,
love,
happiness
are bones of the globe, bones of globe is the rib of love
love is the rib of all,
let allusion enter, Eve was created with rib
Of Adam, that’s done in the name of Love,
Love is the rib of us.

AST-ENIOLA:
My grandiloquent bard, even if I have to
subscribe for great love,
my heart has no amount of feeling
for thee look at the globe,
and see love as dam of glee,
swelling in the heart of it,
I see love as producer of unbalanced heart,
I just wish the light of truth locate thou,
to see love from my angel.
Brethren, love is a bunch of agony and damnation.

Y-R HUMBLE :
Resolution,
two of us half-right,
our readers’ judgment is complete right,
maybe love is a villain,
maybe love is cool.
Humble and Eniola can’t tell the tale of it
but your
perception on Love gives birth to your say on it…

YR Humble

and

AST Eniola.