Love And Life Poem by Ray Anyasi

If life was a farmer's land of fortune,
Then love is the harvest with no locust,
A ceaseless downpour that thickens in June,
And sunshine baking the earth when it must.

If life can be lived out far in Neptune,
Then love is how we did the solar hoist.
A force, stronger than a tree's after prune
To pick up a heart that breaks at all cost.

If love was a waltz, the heart calls the tune.
The pump, the race, the skip and mind is lost.
The only joy found in the midst of ruin.
The resource we cannot exhaust.

But love is a life at a porter's post,
And life is on a roll in a lover's toast