PRINCESS OF THE 7TH ORDER

 


 A LOVE POEM FROM SEASONED CONTEMPORARY POETS 

✍ONAYEMI OREOLUWA & DR. RANU GHOSAL 

@SIMPLYLEGACY_ORE


My princess of the 7th order

Thy subtle touch performed miracle on the lame man

His bone rejuvenate as he drinks from thy water 

The honey in thy water supersedes the taste of wine 


Thy love will forever be my strength and shield

Protecting me from archery of the wicked ones

For thou alone will my spirit, soul and body yield

Cause thou never abandoned me not even for once


Commander of the 7th order, indeed a princess

Thy elegance strikes fear more than a lioness 

Thou subconsciously enslaved us and made us thy follower

This thou did without even giving an order


A princess adorn in royal apparel

A gem so unique, a piece so rare

A beauty too bright to behold forever

Provided there won't be any other ever


My love for thee flows wide and long as the river 

Sweeping mountains and breaking barriers 

Feelings of love and ecstasy, I thought it was a dream

Forced myself to snap out of it only to see that it is real


 The syringe of peace is the process sword

Healing the weak hearts with her peaceful words

A sword forged out of peace crystal 

Only made for the wise in heart and those specials


My heart arose early to set things in array

So it can easily wage war against thee in all ways

It was disposed from a million mile

Met it's doom when you smiled


A mighty princess with a heart of chinchilla fur 

With this did she won the heart of all

The lily by the riverside is my princess 

Bringing seasonal fruit of peace and success 


✍️SIMPLYLEGACY_ORE

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