Writers 
Shall we settle in, into my little world of words?
Sit with me at this euphoric side of my life.
See,
I may not identify as a love Poet but I'd love a Poet to call me "Ayanfe"
(The One I've chosen to love)
I'd love to be an Artist's muse too,
To be the reason your canvas kisses paint.
I'd love to be your palette,
Mix the colours of all you see and feel on my skin and watch it become a masterpiece.
I don't like roses,
So, you'd give me a garden of wild daisies
Just a stone throw from our bronze and floral-patterned porche.
Not much of a fan of chocolates,
But oh the absolute thrill if you could buy me a Cocoa farm.
Look, this craft makes me build worlds but I'd love to mean the world to the one whom my spirit, mind and body finds peace with.
I find it funny when people think I don't have a heart for romance,
Hello!
Aren't I a Poet?
My heart is in my words, carved by the warmth of my pen and the gloss of my ink.
So, yeah...
I might not be a hopeless romantic,
But I'd be damned not to be a Lover.
For He who bestowed this calling, is called LOVE.
