Epitaph To A Lover That Never Was

Let’s love ourselves by sending out epistles that speak to nobody but our exceedingly passionate heartfelt!

Let’s love ourselves
And dry our crystalliferous skins with utmost care in the sand of tamarinds and tomatoes and lemons and limes!

It’s time to keep our burning hope alive
And gather our pieces of tenderness & macabre sweatshirts of pleasant memories on the granular of an enchanted terrain!

Let’s love ourselves
Like two inseparable lovebirds caged in the zoo of eternal togetherness!

Let’s love ourselves
And eat and drink in jollity.
And pour our colorful tears into the vast vessel of affectuous conversations endlessly!

It is time to expose our heavy heads under the impressively-beautiful moon and stars of bountiful universe…

Let’s drink our juice and convey, to our half-awake half-asleep eyes, a million message of kindness. Kindness that can be hugged and accommodated on the surface of the Mediterranean Sea!

Let’s drink our sweet-honey from the teacup of milk and hot chocolate garnished with small chops and assorted cookies of our candid courage and sumptuous sagacity!

Let's hold the rope of tolerance amorously

for I can no longer hide the desire I had vis-à-vis your exceptionally-fictitious personality!



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Adamu Danjuma

Adamu Danjuma


Author of Les Larmes d'une Plume Esseulée, Adamu is a multilingual speaker & an emerging poet-writer. He's passionate about journalism & literature.