All Will Become Love Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo
All Will Become Love
Love's a sweetest song,
With melodies played wrong.
And the little baby's smile,
Angelic but will last for awhile.
Love is a father's heavy strike,
And the very truth you dont like.
Is the joke that your heart keep,
Will let you to laugh even in sleep.
Love be sweet in apple's skin,
And in its green eyes that bitter sin.
Love's what we were made from,
And the very last we will all become.
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