I FRAINED

Like I always wonder
Like a lonely lad.
How will our love go under
Without us getting mad?

How will we pinch fleshes out
Of our pretty little hearts
Without making that shout
That could break our parts?

How will we ask the sands
To measure the amount
Of love deposited in our hands
That will grow to surmount?

How will the sun tell the sky
That it is under a cold scorcher
We want to roll our die
To pick our ideal marcher?

How will we tell the sea
That it is under the waters
That we want to have our glee
For the arrival of our butters?

How will you tell I
And how will I tell you
That we love you and I
Without being untrue?

Written by Jacob Temidayo
https://mayorjake.wordpress.com