Hat-trick with you

Hat-trick with you -groaning of a cupid visitor
Oh damsel upon your hat I threw a flower, and only a petal did you send. My brittle hear slipped upon ice and fell. Prophet Hosea caught it, he told me "son I loved a whore as a damsel of mine, go again and try" Dear, I sent a bowl of honey and asked you to have a taste of the honey bees of my heart. Twice, your hat was a canopy and you didn't even turn your face to see either the honey or the bee. My heart slipped again upon ice and fell. Prophet Hosea caught it, he told me "son I loved a whore as a damsel of mine, go again and try". I did write you a note of songs requesting that you'd be my favourite song but underneath your hat you only blew a whistle of silence to me, a meaningless tune. Hopeless, hopeless aren't I ? Three hat-trick played on I. 

Writer- Helen (Jesunifemi)


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