The Prize Poem by Oluwatosin Thomas

I
I want to feel the Aisle,
To dance 👯 my feet to the Isle,
Facing you, echoing to my ears 👂,
Saying, I do!
II
The vow to leave my loved ones,
The vow to seperate from all to clinge to you,
Promise to take, vow to uphold,
Till death 💀do us part.
III
I will summon the sorcerer in camelot,
To chant his spells to uphold the day ☀,
To fasten the time ⌚ putting my wish in line,
For in you i found the me,
A rib of my rib for none to say nay
IV
The ring 💍 we shall wear,
May you kiss 😘 the bride 👰 will be heard,
The veil 👰 will be removed,
A kiss 😘 will flow,
And the bouquet 💐 will be thrown,
Forever and happily ever after.
V
A bag 👜 of tuber,7 barrels of oil ⛽,
2 packs of salt,10 boxes of attires,
I'm ready to pay the prize.
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#Veritas, Anoris, Amare

THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)