A Love's Tale Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Prologue

Their is a meal, everyone craves to eat:
A strong meat that has often broken teeth.
Their is a tale, all glottis longs to say:
Even a tale, Erato enforced in leading many astray.
I'd gotten on a gigantic bus,
Pushed by motions, adherring to force,
Held in probations, singing out of it's purse.
When on the highest velocity the break lost.
All effort to caution the steering, one would not.
Would even destruction, untie his knot?
Wits did with emotion fought,
Yet, All efforts asssumed nought.
Who'll stay the motion, who'll caution the break?
Before breaths flee from their abodes, and lifes have it break?