If love is a prison
lock me up for a season…..
till the sun sets at dawn,
and the stars spring at morn.
If love is an haram
have me slain like a ram.
I'll pose my mouth to kiss;
death can only be, but bliss.
If love is recession
I'll sell my food on auction.
Your skin shall be my meal,
your lips shall be my pill.
If love is hatred
I'll want a treat so wicked;
I'd love so much a pain….
and plead for it again.
If love is a cat
I'd like to be the rat.
I'd love to be the prey…..
a perfect meal for slay.
If love is all ‘bout you,
I'll always wake to woo……
till the sun sets at dawn
and the stars sprout at morn.
David O. Olusanya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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