Love Is Evermore Poem by Folayemi Akande

Shall we or shall we not love?
Or dance to love's splendid tune
The question my heart do thrust
In depths of frosty winter bite.

Man shall not by himself dine
Or make wine of his own blood
'nless fruits of love's enriched vine
Do make from eternal bliss.

Love is wise than man eve' hath.
Love is pertinent not man
For man is feeble at heart
Unless the seed of love soar
Entwine' with love's ever foe
Hatred, strenght of a man's soul.