If It Were Not For You Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

Amity would still be a lexeme with no allusion.
Infatuation would still be a poem I recite to my bosom.
Inclination would still be a bare in my gist.
Rapture would still be a rayless frost in me.
If it were not for you - I'd still be a loner.

An atomic whose amour is frosted by fears of her past.
I'd still be weeping unending lacerations of my demolished gist.
If it were not for you My King - I'd still a Queen uncrowned.

A queen with no castle
With no King to handle
I'd still be mourning the death of my ardour
If it were not for you - There'll still be me and my shadow..

Deserted with no one to care,
To love and to hold.
To have,
To give and to share
To cry,
To chortle and to smirk.
If it were not for you - I'd still be drowning in forlornness and fear.

Fear of being in love
I'd still be battling with my epoch.
I'd still be shivering the blaring of my gist.........