Love Unclear Poem by LORD HOREB

To the honor of Abisola.

So unkind of her In the lonely night,

Its time to celebrate the worth of a good woman

I was holding the winds but I thought Its was Abisola.

I blame my heart that fall so cheap for unjust love;

Worth the world of a woman that Is not good for celebration

You left a wound In my heart of pains and sorrow.

The Dew of the morning Is so pure my love for u Is clear and plain.

I listen to your story that Is not kind for my kind,

and now I am a victim of unjust love.

I was left alone of no value

I was deprive making loving to u.

My dream gal

Wear a garb of flash and come to me.

Though I see you among the midst with my mind eyes

I cannot touch you except In dream,

I cannot hold you except In hope.

And you came to my world and I believe my hope Is here for real

So unjust of you that you left me unkindly.

Next I will speak to the sun with a language of the sun.

What a day of maltreatment to love freak.

What a hour of regret for the sudden love.

What a moment of love that Is unclear to Tunde Tope.