And To Lovers hand To Judges' Hall sand To Everyone Poem by OLUDARE SAMSON ALADE

Desiring to live a little; as this title race on.
For the pecks and benefit.
For fun and the thousands thrust to and fro.
Conditioning oneself to love; like it many types.
While at it; meeting everyone and everything.
With their man pull and push that spins spinal slit.
A shot at all direction; followed by drags and Ah!
Not having these types of love before now.
So; seeing doubles; imagining things come with.
Seeing tall buildings fall into all talllike inceptions.
Inserting and been inserted; some with flaws and some flawless.
Metering these love types; on how frequent he or she calls.
Many more; many mornings with crooked colds.
Basing the love on generalized tone of acceptance and how common it is.
This last love; this loss and this lesson.