I Count Not Love. Poem by Emmanuel Ruttoh

In those mansions
In that very village in horizons
We both come to existence
You knew the journey we traveled
Being with you regret had not come in mind
It has remain a mystery
To love or to hate is the backbone of the story
No one knew this before
Yes, we were warriors fighting different wars
I fought tirelessly to win your heart
You fought fiercely to decline my conquest
Greatest weapons were face full of smiles
And a face darkened by the 'nonsense'
It happened simultaneously pecking and return of slapping
I slapped you jokingly but you kept your words
'I will revenge '
Punishing me I had taken wrongly
It made me hate love.