Infatuation Poem by Edwina Aleme

Foolishness intensified
some sort of short live passion,
truth and honesty are not in it...
stupidity and blindness, whereas Adultrated
If only it can be love that cannot boast
if only selfishness is not embeded,
how insensitive....
If only it can be straight forward
of course, like a blind man
it leads astray...
Yes it springs from place to place
like a butterfly with beautiful colours
yes, beautiful but never rests..
like a masquerade, not it's true self.
like a murderer, it has killed
like a cancerous disease, affecting many
ripped off virginity from the vulnerable....
run! , flee! from it
but check if you have been infected
by infatuation......