Incantation Of Love Poem by Olawale Owoeye

The love sat on me to think,
And the accent of it's pun
Turn the sky pink
To see the moon like a star, laughter on
Me after links, for neglecting the
Word of the aged and the
Tearful love flowing on my teens

Yet my eyes are eager to the display of
Love, and my ears anxious to the incantation and piano banks of love
But things always change!
Tears might have tear my cheek
Shall I keep on listening to the misery gung of love?