What Is Love? Poem by James T. Abel Adesitimi

Tell me my sweetheart
When coldness embrace the earth
Is love a daffodils that is fresh in our winter?
Why does it whither in the hot summer?
When sun injects our world with its warmness
And the love grows in distress
O what is love?
That travels a journey that is long and curve
When at the middle, in between start to where it ends
It staggers then bends
And the love lies straight in tears, calling for hatred
Then our long preserved harmony trek into hatred
What is love my sweet heart?
That later split us apart