I'm seeking for permission to sleep in your heart,
Knowingly you will accept but have to ask;
That you meekly permit me to sleep in your heart forever.
As suckling lay to mother's laps,
As eager the angry hand wants to slaps,
So amiably I plead with the heavens to grant me in.
Your heart house the angelic hosts,
Talking to me to come and parasite on them,
But the mighty padlock says you're with the key.
Only the key can make out a way,
And if gotten I pray to successfully lay;
Eternally, overwhelmed with the heart made welcomed.
I'm still seeking for permission to sleep in your heart,
Freely dwelling in your heart full of merriment,
And if this is not much to ask for, I wish I sleep away my eyes.
Written by:
Jeomen
Udekwe Johnmary C.K.
No omen, no Jeomen.
©2016.