Love, once seen as nature’s finest art,
Now reveals its immortal, cruel part,
Your gaze strips joy from nature’s embrace,
Leaving me, to ponder our destined place,
When will my love’s path cross with mine?
In your eyes, I glimpse my soul’s reflection,
Bathing my heart in bitter rejection,
I confront this deity, the cruel face of love,
Hoping to emerge victorious in this chase.
I’ll wage this war against love’s mighty force,
Though your allure leads me off course,
But I’ll return triumphant, that I swear,
To bask again in your captivating glare.
I seek solace in the echo of your essence,
Reclaiming strength in nature’s presence,
To relive the bliss our ancestors knew,
And share in the smile of love so true.
My dear Love, with bowl and sword I’ll fight,
To unite our fates, like heroes in the light,
And defy the norms of love’s ancient lore,
Our love, untouched by its grip forevermore.
Taiwo Adeyemo is currently an HND 1 Mass communication Student in Moshood Abiola Polytechnic
