Baluti Y. H

My eyes are blind to other lasses

My ears are deaf to other sweet songs

You smile like Eve before her sin in Eden
Such a fragrance of glowing florae that attracts birds
Many souls you attract, only my soul has followed
To suck that delightful sweet nectar
Nicknamed love

You are a good cook
Like my mother
Her home is a hospital
Many a patients come here
To satisfy their appetite
Who can refuse swallowing my mother’s pills?

My eyes are blind to other lasses
My ears are deaf to other sweet songs
You have caged me in your heart
If you were a story, you would be my full stop.
If you were a chance, you would be my last