By Leonard Akida
While conventionally being praised to its highest volumes of bringing to lime lights lovebirds of different calibers, there’s a stressing concept of Love-lorn state among different lovers which is today becoming a talk of the part of one’s love life in regards to their lovey doveys.
In this case, I cannot be left out as it may cost me a lie’s conviction. Whoever sang that love’s wicked couldn’t have lost truck but spoke the real of my minds – it’s an evil indeed!
I should know if I should go for it, slow down, or just stop!”
One cannot easily understand the criteria lovers use to weigh who their lovers should be. And if I at least knew one or two, I would be the world’s most loved. Heehaw! I never made any attempt to fall in love before but an hour spent in love with a Babe in whom I have always been fond of left me in a depth thought that love’s wicked.
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Mr. Love-lorn, my new name, I tried swallowing my strong affectionate feelings towards Priscilla in vain despite the bitter words she threw at me the first I was tempted to let the cat out of the bag about my intentions to vibe her.
Priscilla was an apple to my eyes, heaven’s sent to sail me in this oceanic love world. So sadistic, she continually taunted at my status. I wish there could be traffic lights to signalize me when to fall in love, slow down or stop! At least, Priscilla could not have hurled at me. Till we meet, I remain love-lorn.
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