Sweet Pain
29th September, 2015 Writers

My heart in pain,

From her cold hand strain, 

I thought she is plain as rain,

All my will and power drain,

Tirelessly I rack my brain,

What does she have to gain?

My love is detain,

Bound with chain,

My heart still wish to retain,

But it has to be a rein,

So as to know when to restrain.

Osun, Nigeria
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