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Love; who are you?


Hello love,
Talk to me and don't give me that look on your eyes.
Could you listen to me this one last time?
So Love, let me ask too, what is your Résumé? Apart from making my heart desires what else do you do?

Like, do you cycle on Saturdays?  Are you a fan of coffee? Talk to me, let the answers reach me for I thought I knew you Love until I met her. Her that does me very differently, see its half past one and she is the only one gracing my mind.

I know you know her by name. For me Sincerely, I really don't know much but I know she can dance, write and act so well. Love, why do I keep falling in love with the theatre? Is there an operation coming my way,?

You talk of coming with butterflies that fill the stomach, then why am I always hungry for her? You boast of making time freeze in ice, but why do Sweat invade my pores anytime our debates get so heated?

Love, are you a scam? Do you  deal with second hand stuff, for I have been having numerous second thoughts lately. I thought I knew you love, I thought you are the greatest commandment.

Tell me about you, your modus operandi. How do you get things done? Why do you keep coming through the backdoor? Aren't you a visitor in these ruins of mine?

Lastly,
Love if she is the one for me, then prepare a space for two, you know am a Naiboi and all that I want is for her to be my formulae

*Night whispers*
*Doluh words*

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