Numbers to some
Treasures to me
For each one gives
A chance to love
My lady, my queen,
My one true love.

For each and every one
You are on my mind.
As I go through my daily grind
My mind wanders to you.
Time spent with you is precious
And my craving for more is vicious.

So much so that I would seek out father time
Just so I could commit the crime
Of robbing him of more time
And if caught I will plead guilty onetime
Then do the time for the crime
And once done head heim

No second spent together is wasted
But time apart is hated
Though it does allow us to feel elated
For the time of reunion can be eagerly awaited
And once together, our sadness can be negated
As our joy is inflated.

Kevin Omyonga