Beyond mounts; beyond half an endl’ss globe
Across sunny fields of rock and sand
Past many a country of lonesome lobe
Lives a fair love queen, cute and grand
In her prime, she bathes and smiles
As part of her lies away a myriad miles

Beyond green woods of thick and might
Across lon’ly seas, deep and blue
Where only an albatross’ gallant sight
Would stagger not to peer thro’
The cold-warmth of nautical breeze
There she succumbs to true love’s sneeze

She loathes the ruthless distance
That occults her other half away
From the scope of her peepy glance
As callously as would sway
A lion’s roar a gazelle’s poise
And a prisoner’s heart a hangman’s voice

A heavy breath of rosy fragrance
In scarlet waves of passion and hope
Blew and flew with sheer elegance
From her lungs as she dipped to grope
The jocund pleasure of what she holds
In silent chambers of her hearty folds

And so her heart he worships too
Beyond seas and mounts—in the world’s end
Where he lives. And with affection so true
His phone he picks to a message send
Of course to her, his away love queen
Oh! Deliver’d! This message she has seen

Her heart beams as slave to the love it serves
A text from a lover has come from afar
She delves into the coolness of her nerves
With her polish’d lips quite ajar
Only nature does know what she feels
Only his love her diseas’d heart heals

He, without blinking, awaits her reply
A split-second becomes an hour or two
His nerves stood; all set to fly
Oh! Finally it comes, she says; “you too”
A surge of dismay runs down his spine
Alas! He isn’t safe; all isn’t fine

His mind whirls and whirls—troubl’d
For a missing word in the text she sent
And for a whole hour, a heart grumbl’d—
A young heart that love has overly bent—
The heart of a queen that for long lays await
A lovely reply from a dear soulmate

Subserviently, she waits and waits
But nothing she yearns for comes to light
And thus her rapid pulse nearly abates
Something gloomily feels not right
And she asks, “dear, hope you aren’t busy”
“No!” He says; Alas! She’s now fussy

Neither water nor snow flakes would do better
To thaw the burden her heart does wear
She knows, peering again at his letter
That there is something he wants not share
But she’ll not question—no! Never again
For her womanly elegance, that would pain

Even so things of no worth can shake
A fasten’d relation from its root
The verdant duo of that aren’t awake
Will ego and pride their fabric loot?
The fabric that sews their hearts together
Like cobblers do to shoes of leather

Now no more text crosses the line —
The electronic line that links them up
He does look up and see her online
And so does she but who’ll climb atop
What lies in the heart of mere prejudice
To do their heart some justice?

And as dark days and months pass by
Oft she looks up his Whatsapp status
Her heart convulses yet she asks not why
And so does he wish to be Narcissus
To take pleasure from love of himself
And forget that thorn upon his true self

More days and months still pass by
Yet the two love birds never came to be
In each other’s realm, their hearts continue to fly
Yet each lies in their cocoon like a larva bee
He will not pop out a finger to caress her
Neither will she. They’re too close yet too far

Even though streams of tears may flow
Between their eyes, cheeks and ears
As they long to see each other grow
Their story shall be told again with no tears
For it sure was their discreet folly
To part up ways for good and wholly

Beyond mounts; beyond half an endl’ss globe
Across sunny fields of rock and sand
Past many a country of lonesome lobe
Lived a fair love queen, cute and grand
In her prime, she bathed and smil’d
And sang his name like an euphoric child

And so her heart he worshipped too
Beyond seas and mounts—in the world’s end
Where he lived. And with affection so true
He sang of a close-to-heart friend
Whom he met when roses were red
And the two of them a true love made

And one day, with his core filled with love’s ornament
He took his phone and sent her ” Love you”
And his heart fell short of fulfillment
When she only sent back “you too”
After hours of waiting she asked if a thing was wrong
“No!” He replied. Hence the end of their love song



Elijah studied English in University Of Ilorin. He has ardour for writing poems and short stories; he has over a hundred pieces in these genres to his name. He nicknamed himself "Germane" as a result of his frequent use of the English word. He says: "Art is my heart".


Muhammed Drammeh · December 29, 2017 at 3:44 pm

Hmm… Can’t write much bcus you’re really good with words Bro 😌
Keep it up, keep the pen rolling sage 👍👌

    M L. Janneh · December 30, 2017 at 9:29 pm

    Thank you very much Mr. Drammeh. I am pleased.

Bai jobe · December 31, 2017 at 10:24 am

Bro i am very happy for, keep up the pen rolling. I love you mannnnnn

    M.L. Janneh · February 10, 2018 at 4:24 am

    Thank you very much. Bro. Much love for you here.

kalifa jabbi · August 3, 2018 at 10:51 pm

amazing piece brother

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