The Black Osime

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She likes black of course no one can judge her for that
It's like making the best out of her, although it also makes her to hide under a mask.
It's been dark inside and sometimes does show on the outside,
The revelations of a world shared alone;
Something difficult to understand, and complex in tone,
Yet beautiful in all and as strong as a stone

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She likes a dog, but has got none
Just like herself still searching for the right “one”.
She wants to love but really wants to take her time,
To share her life with a friend, seat all day, all calm.
She wants to be loved, again, by someone she can call a pet
Just like the dog that guards secured, howbeit much cravenness for a peck

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She changes her mood and her romance deep as the moon;
So hidden yet so hot like the morning’s cup of tea.
She does not want to be hurt because her love could go strong,
That’s why she is not game for sweet words, yet always gets carried away by love’s charm.

Osi--
Her flowers sprinkle her love on her loved
Once he tastes, he just won’t want to stop
She wants to feel deep romance in every vein of her being
To feel refreshed, fulfilled and taken care of deep within

Osim-
She loves adventure and loves to travel
Not like she’s extravagant but sees each day as an opportunity to live.
She’s being through troubles and struggles,
the reason for her quest of a quiet life - to be in touch with her world, to be relieved

Osime
Looks gentle but could be a tiger
Hates disappointments and swears in her anger;
Worst pain is love’s cheat, so she runs from the heat, but still the pain retained
for a day or two she glows in pain, seeking a friend or mum to run for refuge
Interestingly she’s only got a heart and not a stone
She always could give another chance if failure for love is atoned

Olaolu Abimbola 2011