My mother told me, not once, 'Don't love a stranger'
She said the feeling will come with danger
But here I found a beautiful rose
From her face the sun rose
My heart beat like a fainting pulse
And I was hooked in an impulse
What mama said flew with the wind
I was lost trailing her behind
My rose was gone in the misty crowd
Her trace was thin and transparent like a cloud
Back to my senses and out of danger
I, now, know that love itself is a stranger
OLANIYI G. AKANJI
(C) 2015
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