A General In Love's Ambush Poem by Vincent Adeyemi

It rains heavily in my
heart,
A thought about a force to
conquer,
Little drizzle of it dampens
all powers,
And the hardest of men wax
weaker,
By its touch, a night is
emblazed in flowers.


It's a thought about genuine
love,
As light and tender as the
feather buds
Even so, it burdens on whom
it falls,
And the world sees the fallen
as caught,
By the wavy arrows from
cupid's claws.



What breaks a warrior down
by the walls,
In the worrisome eve of set
wars,
When his wife clings to
his breast till dawn,
Although, he rises, fresh
but drench weak.


He gazes back on her
curly stature by the door,
And turns butterfly
to eat again of the bud,
Whilst the guerrillas
are on call,
In the stead of the sword
is an angel to hug.


A lady angel hears not the
roar of war,
But only the hymn of love
as song,
When she sings, sir General
crumbles and falls,
He is drunk and found
unworthy of the wars.


After the lodge steams
and breathe skips
indoors,
And he descends the
mount of wanton olives
He regains his sense
and set out uncuffed,
He fanes love as great evil
to befall,
And discerns his woman as
an adam's curse.


Even so at war, while
the enemies
throw the dust,
From cruel fireballs and
canon shots,
That he has his life
in his palm to forte,
But still, the angel at
home volumes
his thought to the brim.


Love, strong and mighty.
Love, holy and dainty
Love, potent and patient
Love, ancient and active
Love, oh wild and Mild.