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Tuesday, December 8, 2015

LOVE IS WITHOUT SIGHT.(a poem by ©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ )

Love was meant to find a way
Walking confidently into the confines of our hearts
Seamlessly joining our souls like Siamese twins.
Love was meant to be a map
Guiding us all through life
While we tour this world of ours.
Love was meant to be the spice
Spicing our homely home
Tantalizing our humble abode.
But. !
What happens when love missed its way?
'A walking weakling walking wearily down the lane'.
Then its true, love is blind.
Love begins to lose it longitudinal altitude
Soiled its attractive attitude
Which attribute would you then attach such attrition that cannot be attuned?
Love is without sight I insist
This isn't just about someone's painful plight
For I've seen lust clothed as love.
Let me then, chip in this cheap expensive piece
If ever you fall in love, get a glove
Never get your hands soiled.

©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ 2015.

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