Love's Like Poem by Elorm Dogbo

Love is like the next thing we need
After air, the air we breathe.
It’s like the egg, the egg hatched by God
When not held well, it breaks
Like the kitchen plates
Fallen from the hands of the maid.
We cannot hold on tightly to it
Like we do hold jewels
Neither can we hold it flimsily
Like a gossamer.

Anything done without love is sour
Making love with love
Bring heaven to the earth
The heart melts down
With a kiss of love.
True love never dies
But lives for the one it desires
First love controls every breath we take
True love hardly comes by
And the only time it comes
We refuse to accept because of the follies
Involved in it.
But when it departs
Hardly does it find its path back.

With love, one overlooks the niceties of nature.
The paucity of green and gold never weaken us
Since love exists to make us go on.
With love, we know the meaning of happiness.