Love Is Immortal Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

Love doesn't as much as sigh
When threatened
Doesn't sway, doesn't cry
Just goes on like an interrupted song
In the background
Those who like it will sing along
When the right time does come along

Love doesn't bat her eyelashes in the time of war
She knows nothing can quench her life
Knows she will live through the bloodshed
Like a tree with half tethered roots,
Seeing many springs, without springing back to its feet
Familiar with flourishing though sprawling on its belly

Love is immortal
Like a seed that stretches and sprout
Then grows into a giant of a tree
Maybe it'll try to huge an angry wind and get knocked down
Maybe it'll meet a murderous man who'll cut it down
Whether a sore stump or a felled tree,
It will live, as it should