I Still Love My Love Poem by Celestine Ikwuamaesi

Don't ask,
who splashed my daughter
with dungy water?
Don't ask,
how do you feel?
She's not worth my cuddle;
awful, she stinks,
a hog wallow—
her beauty all gone.

Swarms of flies find her
a spot—a perch
for a trillion legs.
Vultures hover,
crane to swoop on her,
on my beauty.

I'd warned her on the danger—
the hazard of roaming from home;
and the dues. I did!
But she failed to ponder
the whoop and croon,
and fell for the lie
of one, who, pretty sly,
cares for nothing
but corrupt my cause.

She's been my daughter anyway!
She's yet my beauty, in spite
of the muddy water.
I always see me in her;
time freezes in her presence,
her eyes, a spell.

I, shall clean the smudge!
My diamond shall shine again
and sparkle, day or night.
My rose shall glow, undimmed
by the filthy splash.
I see through the smudge;
the me in her speaks elegantly:
my true essence.

I won't mind the sweat,
the pain, the blood
to win back my love.
I shall redeem her, take her out,
and give her a clean up.
I shall recover my joy!

I, shall retrieve my lost!

© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi