A Love's Tale Iii. Vii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Her mouth has resumed before he could speak,
And Had his courage, in long lane, risked:

Diana:
I know you'll require back the medical bills,
Tell me the amount, and I'll have it fixed.

Still feeling the warmth of her hand,
Travelling through his spine, his glottis then stand.

Chaffy:
How would I by heart do that? :
A soldier killed a foe in Duncan's interest and yet He requires the dart?
Even though he'll require of the weapon,
I had applied on my skin the lotion.

Diana:
Though this is an informal words and form,
Yet, I'll to it-perhaps i'll know the truth- conform.
What indeed do you want from me,
That led you to pay the medical bills?