Our Love In The Woods Poem by Olamide Adebayo

We once built a home,
We had it built here,
Under this very tree which pronounced our union;
We were never miscreant to its principles.
I drew our home,
You made it colourful;
And together, we furnished it.


Remember it was this very tree.
Our love cut through the weeds of disruption,
And laid a tall foundation.
Our love broke through the walls of Jericho;
History honoured it.
Even infants smiled as our love outgrew expectations.
Our love was rooted accross the globe,
Our home became a tourist attraction,
Our love was episodic to all and sundry,
We were mentors to infant thespians.
It was our home,
Built by you and myself and me.


It was our home,
Remember it was this very tree.
Our home was melodious to the royal ears,
We both melted the king's castle;
With the heat our love.
Our love produced the sharpest weapon,
When then we were the best blacksmith.


Forget not the chancy mission,
Where we kept prisoner,
The world most dangerous insurgent.
We had the world chanting our name as one;
As I held the gun, while you dangled the cuffs.
Victory was so rich that it bought our name.


Remember then, when our home got electrocuted;
When we stealed to grasp the air,
And cleaved, to replenish that which was lost.
Remember it was this very tree.


But those were the gloomy days,
When our love was strongly built;
And under this very tree.


Now look at that same tree;
That which shaded our love,
Completely defeated by the sun,
Leaving our home in flames.
Our love! ,
Now ashes of our past.