Kwame Sarfo Aboagye
Even though I was brought up in a world that believes
That love, a body in itself, relieves
Man, of the stress caused by none other than man,
And provides joy to a heart already joyous,
I found much of that to be untrue.
Though it does not mean to, the world deceives;
And how pitiful man is when he receives
Confirmation that love, with its short life span
Makes him feel pompous,
But then disappears, leaving him with utmost rue!
Thus the pleasures for which love is sought,
Are meant to leave as hastily as they are brought;
Happiness is bound to turn into pain.
And love ends up being the exact
Opposite of what it is perceived to be.
Is it then surprising that after I have thought
And found out that love is not to be fought
For, I do not try to attain
That which will hurt as a matter of fact,
And live my life as always – free?
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