Sentiments Of A Bereft Admirer Poem by Ayokunle Adeleye

This is not meant to be a poem
So think of it as an emotion-laden letter;
It may be nutrients in a phloem
But it will make me feel better

I loved you
And hoped you'd love me too
I cherished you
Enough to have made me boo

You said 'No! '
And that is not at all bad
You must have felt 'Oh!
I ain't going to date that lad! '

I may not be what is wanted by you;
I ain't Fabulous
But most assuredly I assure you:
I won't be promiscuous

It may have been ridiculous
To have asked you out
I may not prove fabulous
Or whatever it takes to take you out

But I love you
And feel that should matter most
You shouted 'Boo! '
And abandoned me on the coast!

You may not love me
And I appreciate that
But a snob you should not be—
You should still be available to chat

I desire you but you don't desire me—
Mismatches do happen—
You may feel I should let you be
But you tongue that should not sharpen

I ain't angry I ain't presentable
Some day I'll be great
Only feel your mind isn't unchangeable
But by then will it be late

Waiting carries a lot of weight
Still will I be waiting
I have a lot of faith
So I won't be caught fainting

This though
Should you know
I love you as I should
And would love you more—
If I could!