Best Poem of Fabrice Wonga

Breeze Of Romance
The harsh breeze hits my face

Still I withstood the cold air blitz

I reach to hold her frost-bite hand

We face to face Indulge In fact

The breeze forces me and her to eye the sky

The shy sun lurks behind clouds that shy not

The breeze whirls herein hits her denim jeans . . .
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Let Me Call You Love
Let me call you love

When loneliness drizzles on my heart
When yesterday stalks me
When tomorrow daunts me

Let me call you love

Let me call you my very own
Place you on a throne
Shower you with a love that has no clone

Let me call you love

Let me call you beautiful . . .
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