Love Poem by wes mbanje

A scientist might be convinced to say 'the human body is an anatomy of structured cells of light,
Trapped in the living memory of liquid and flesh
But I
Lead my thoughts on to a place I'm persuade that the human body is an ocean floating on the living memory of love
Cause love is and was the human body,
perfectly stretch into the schedule of time
Evolving around the gift of minutes,
Cause all a man will get are the promises given before,
The guarantees of one minute
One minute to contain 24hours
One minute at a time to assemble or
Dis-mantle the day
Love the miracle body while in it,
For the living love,
the loving live
They is a mirror behind love and an image in front of it,
to love is to be loved for love was limitless,
Not was as past the tense
But was as pre-sent
The word we own as present

Love was eveything
And everything without it was nothing
Love was nothing like the habits of reasons and excuses,
Love was nothing like it's complicated,
and,
since when did it become so complicated,
Maybe,
ever since love moved out and went online and now has a blue and green house painted there,
A house, A home too far to visit or call,
There were smileys replace Smiles
A mob, A gang of k's replaces laughter there were sentence are abbreviated into scraps we call meaning,
There were words are hurried in error just to make it on time for the next conversation,
But, when did it become so complicated,
Cause love was simple.
Love was elastic.
Love was the hedge that fenced the human spirit,
Love was the gift for the living
And heavens a gift for the dead.
Love wrapped it's self round and round like a spring and regardless how far it was stretched or pulled it still returned back, to the friend, to the Father, to the mother, to the boy to the girl that holds on to it,
But, when did it become so complicated,
Cause love was a permanent home
And while everything else changed love still remain the soul's physical address
And regardless how many counts doors and locks remain unlocked love was always tempted to stay,
Love was built to stay
I know this, cause love come home with a crown of thorns,
With nails on hands, on feet,
Exposed flesh to stand as witnesses as markings of love true.

Love did not know the ways nor the means to subtract
Cause subtraction is the slowest form of division
Love multipled i know this case love come and went,
went and came everywhere in three's,
Just like marriage was the union between 3,
And marriage never United 2 into becoming 1 amongst themselves but, one with the one that United the 2 into becoming one with him,
I know this cause love descended so i cd be raised,
Love ascended so i cd never be erased nor pickpocketed away from the presences of love,
Yet, I over hear them say we grow apart,
Love grows and grows in every direction but never but never apart,
cause love outlives life
And love relives love.
Love is far from the switch turned on by decision and off by choices.
love lost is a God misplaced, misfound
Cause love is God's handwriting.
Love is the prescription that fashions the Hart with responsibilities.
Love is the flame that gathers people around to come seat close and claim it's warm,
Cause when a flame is burning it has the right to burn everything in sight and to leave nothing behind for tomorrow,
And when love loves, it has the right to love with everything and to leave no spare parts for tomorrow,
For tomorrow can not love now
For now belongs to the living,
tomorrow belongs to the imagination, to hope, to dreams
And although love is invisible and at times sed to be blind,
Love is The only chance i have to prove that i once existed,

And while the world slowly changes into one giant measuring instrument of wealth and riches
I dream of measuring life through that single strand that complements it and pieces it together.
That single thread that encompasses the entire syllabus of life,
That single strand that allows the living to love
The loving to live.