This Weird Feeling Poem by Vincent Igwilo

As young as I am, I dared not imagine that this day will come true
I often ponder in derision, when I see learned men stammer as they speak to the love of their life
Not knowing how to categorize this feeling that I learnt to be love
But still I try to picture the face that will also one day make me stammer

In young mind, I compared this feeling with other emotions, but still arrived at false conclusions
Not being able to find a cure to this enchantment called love, I termed it a mystery
As hard as it is, there is no device that can detect the one who will someday serve men with this feeling

Alas! It has happened, my stomach suddenly filled with flying butterflies and my head clouded like water lilies on the surface of the rivers
Spontaneously the stammering came as I tried to introduce myself
The chives swept through me, as we shook hands
Amidst the class catering, I knew this feeling has come to stay

Sleep took to his heels as I tried to rest
Fatigue and tiredness all vanished
Instead, series of images and video was projected to the walls of my room
Thinking of no other thing, I succumbed finally to the tides of this feeling

It took me like one going through time and world so endless
First her face was at sight, then the chill that accompanied the feeling of her hand also took over
Then I was the captain of my ship as I rode the tides and wandered deep into world and stories untold

I took part in a play, where I imagined of how lovely our next meeting will be
Oh! She who has stolen my heart
You have made me feel more special than the duke of wissletown

I promise never to forget thee, but to be intwined forever with thee as the sword in it's sheath
For you are so fair my princess
Fairer to me than she whom you picture in your mind, if you get to see this piece.