THIS YOUNG MAN WAS ONCE IN LOVE
This young man was once in love.
The vibrating heat, the
Caressing silent whisper of passion,
'In your love I find solace, lady'
Once freely, as a word must be said
Were heard by some lady
In whose behalf I ran from sleep
And learnt to write these scraps
You call poem.
The site of her makes me red;
Her nearness turns me mad
And when she says my name,
Whispers it like a whistling pine...
Oh I dare not remember then again,
For the memory might make me melt.
This young man in love, once was.
Loved when Love wasn't lust;
Loved with every fiber of mine
Till love, in hate, were one.
She was my first love and only,
But she turned away her heart
And hit me so so hard.
Where is the scent of love?
Where is that sweet thing
That even breaks a father and child?
Where is the woman that can love true?
Where is the lady that can stay faithful
And wait for her love
Who studies so far from Africa?
Which lady can say, 'I miss you'
And see that she never mistreats you;
A lady that on phone will say,
'I love you too'
While she doesn't love another man too?
Her love once made my winter a summer,
But now I live like a mourner...
Whose heart doesn't love another.
This man, in love once was!
Please note! This piece contains lots of spices to make it 'taste good' in the 'Love gone bad' area. I'm young. I haven't given up on love. I still love and would ever do!
Chukwu, Celestine Nkemakolam (Nkematics)
By Nkematics
© 2008 Nkematics
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