Proffer Of Love
Proffer Of Love
Acting as a panacea,
Grass under my bare feet,
Renders the pain relieving
Moisture of dew.
The ailing feet
Recoup strength
To fight again
To win over your recalcitrant heart
Without bothering
About your hatred and exasperation.
Sanguine becomes
My smile
And debonair becomes
My personality to coax you again
For nodding to my proffer of love.
