Your Heart Awaits
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Your heart awaits, awaits,
You anxious look
At the tall clock of clouds
And hazy stillness
Where the clouds hang
Over a spent sun and rising
Dusk of red
Then
A chill
An emotion that cuts across
A wave of lust
A thought
A pair of almond eyes
A light brown face
Large rings that dangle
Love
And a body whose figure
Though not exuberant
Yet merited to be formed by Venus herself
And
All the blessings that she brings
This woman of the clouds
Encountered random
With calculation loved
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