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Dialogue ( lover's duet)



New books piled in heights of their wits
Old manuscripts covered in shame of their tattered garments
Too many letters to settle scores between words
Never done with numbers that have infinitum friendliness
Too much to read, so much I bothered not to miss
I have read and thought, listened to voices strong enough to
Provoke the inks of my pens
Yet words are lost between my pens and my papers.

Teach me how to write
Teach me how not to repeat the lines
Take me step after step into your world
Show me that beauty hidden in words


What have I not seen? What have I not heard?
Lust grossly guised with pleats of love, sex sealed to a doleful mess
Too many lies wrapped around a truth that cannot be noticed
I have carried plenty of pains, hurts and sadness this long
Tired of reaching out again with the last drop of faith
Consumed by flames of my fears, soaked in the rains of my tears
Too much to hate, gossips of how I got laid

Teach me how to make love anew
Teach me how to move beyond this thrust and lust
Take me into your body down the soft blues
Show me all it takes to get it right this time

Something more than just an ocean of feelings, far more than the sparkling of diamonds
Something more than the rhythms of music and booze; far better than screens and moving images
Something more than talk of everything and anything; far better than words or letters
I have been driven too far, taken to the corners only known to few brave souls
I have given too much, left almost with naught of me
Battered against the walls, abused by many people in various places
My worth stolen from me, and I ask where is me

Teach me how to care for you
Teach me how to go beyond words and letters
Take me daily into the heavens of your heart
Show me the rooms filled with love for two



I have tried to count the loss but got lost in the counts
This heart is too fragile to let you pass some boundaries
My body is so frail to make you do the unthinkable
This mind is so hardened to think beyond the hurts
My legs are weak to move beyond some distanced lines
How can I know love if every free gift is a worthless bribe?
How do I become that perfect bride when my pride was robbed?


Tell me how to be your Man
Tell me how together, we will stay as one
Take me faithfully into your own
Let me show you an undying love the world has never known


Explanation: the poem is a dialogue between a lady that has been violently abused and a guy that is interested to make her love again. The lady presents her case with the first verse explaining all she has learned concerning love and relationship…the next verse is the tone of male making pleas for acceptance so as not to repeat what she has known or learned that would make a cliché. He wants to be treated separately from other guys the lady has been with.
Each verse has it varying discuss and pleas. For the man, it is only better he understands how the lady wants to be treated after the hurts and pains, hence the use of teach me, which is not a normal tone for a male who ought to use a tone of confidence.

 Tone: for the female, the voice should express from confusion and deep hurts to anger and depression has the verse progresses while the Male voice should be persuasive and slow; it must not reflect a tone of confidence.http://eepurl.com/bDK61rhttp://eepurl.com/bDK61r

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