I have been loved with a love that was more than love
Once I met a man
It was one of the strangest meetings you can ever have
Somehow we fell in love
But we could not help ourselves to admit
Even when he did, I couldn't
For love itself was above us
This man loved me with my flaws
And I, with his
But somehow I felt I was unlovable
Not because I had the worst of hearts
Or the poorest of souls
But because of my very typical way of wearing a frown over a smile
Because of the way I flare up at the slightest provocations
That leaves me wearing anger on my face like a mask
How horrible and pitiful I must look in those times
But this man loved me no less
He has kissed me in the dead of the night and on early mornings
When I was yet to brush my teeth
He has hugged me and wrapped me up in his arms
Even on days when I felt sweaty and unclean
He has watched me sleep till I opened up my eyes wide awake
He has hugged me so much most of the times leaves me smelling just like him
I have been loved with a love that was more than love
Yet I couldn't bring myself to love in return
I couldn't bring myself to accept this man's love
Like I said, love itself was above us
But pray tell dear one, how do men love so deeply?
A nice poetic gratitude to a loving father. The style of narration is amazing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Aanuoluwa. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks