Okay
Author: John King Ayanfe ©
You asked if I'm Okay
How can i? When you make me not Okay
You're the element and beauty that makes my poesy Okay
I don't want to be Okay
For I'm Okay not being Okay
You stole my being from being Okay
I'm happy not to be Okay
Your love is all that makes me Okay
Your sonorous voice is the nest of my Okay
Without you, I cannot be Okay
You're my elixir! The okay-ness of my Okay
You're the blissful world wherein I am Okay
You're the antidote that makes my emotions Okay
Your presence is Okay to make me Okay
Don't ask me again if I'm Okay
I'm Okay - I'm not Okay; I'm not Okay - I'm Okay
Okay, the love betwixt us is Okay
Okay enough to make even our future Okay
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