Love Poem by Egwu Collins

Love O Love
How rare at thee,
Even the kindest of men fail to inhold
They flee;
Different hearts
But love all encompass,
Natural as it is, hardest to procure
The remedy to evil, the easiest to ignore,
But, love still purest of them all,

Meanest of men, outlandish to their hearts.
Sweet sixteen;
Juveniles approach, coded as it is;
Fleeing with reproach
Of all mayhem it constitutes
To those unaware....

What is love? Calmest to evil,
Odious to egoists,
Eons after eons impregnable it is,
Abreast evil it resides
As good and bad also unite at times,

Effigy it ensures
To those dimwitted enough to beguile
Themselves of vilifying it's essence,
In evil there lies no love,
Uncomely it appears radiant to those who shove,
Plenty of luck it emits to those of sense.