POETRY BY UKORAH VICTOR

 If ¶ could ,that which ¶ would , would be good,
 if love be true , a ready treasure and not an elusive trophy, then my hearts intent would be filled with her content.
 My thirst for her grows like the break of dawn, or the innocence of morn.
 ¶ desire her greenery upon my hearts lawn as her absence  has rendered my being torn.
 My peace lies in her totality and her presence my assurance of tranquillity.
  My minds eye in awe of her frame, adorned with glamour and beauty is her armoury name.
  Her lines of symmetry ,the design of art,so uncommon, and her articles like the treasures of solomon.
 ¶ yearn for her with passionate hope and words of  prayer that ¶ should cope and that she favour me with good with that which ¶ would.