The Truth: Poem by Ohikhuare Isuku

Your eyes are not just mere eyes,
They are tiny sparks of love
Which burn deep to engrave
Your image in my heart.

Your hands are not just hands,
They have this ecstatic sensation,
Which vibrates my whole being
And keep me still in your arms.

Your lips are not all they seem to be;
They must be stalk of cotton wool,
Dipped in spirit,
Because of their softness,
Because of this chillness I feel,
When you pressed them against mine.