BLUNT TRUTH

by

BLUNT TONGUE

Morning to you,
love and affection; 
in all times and seasons,
spillage of feelings, yet not sufficient,
for this love is immortal, it is Awelewa.

Love is truly amazing,
patience, test becomes best of love.
Love is truly sweet,
perseverance, to taste its sweetness;
love is a healer,
takes unwavering loyalty; 
to be healed by love.
Please persevere and;
understand my short comings
love will heal us at last... 

Love is imperfect,
imperfect because of expectations,
when anger vanishes and truth sets in...
then love becomes perfect!
Accept me for who I am, 
I'm never like anyone you've met, 
never like who you have seen or read;
I am  ME!

A chosen spokesman of my ancestors... Love me,
and love my ancestors,
they are blessed by the cosmos,
love me,
and love my destiny which is great,
love me
and love yourself, 
You, who is my rib and flesh...
To the sacrificial bond of love!!!

RIVER OF LOVE

by

RIVER OF LOVE

 

From the river of love

Adisa wants a bowl

as the keeper of town,

day and night he strolled.

 

From the river of love,

Ajike wants a drum,

as the beater of beads,

she rolled her waist in dispair.

 

Adisa keeps the town,

at night seeks the bowl,

Ajike runs home,

to this flowing love, with heavy current.

 

Like a fetcher, Ajike fetches,

Adisa stared too, like a beggar,

at Ajike's rows of beads,

which kept running with Adisa's eyes.

 

Ajike is blind, to see genuine love,

Aladisa is deaf, to ear love beckoning,

his bowl is shaking,

leaking unknowingly, is Ajike's drum.

 

The sting of a Bee hurts

yet sweetness comes from Bees,

so is this love like a Bee's sting,

love between Adisa and Ajike.

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