Lusting After Love Lost Poem by Obiaeli Ifediirichukwu Victor

A tribute to love...A lust to love lost
Seems to dawn on me of my dreadful mistake
In making a leap before I looked
Before I filled that very gap
The place you should have taken in my heart
If only I waited a little bit longer
I should have waited to see you
I should have waited to hear your footsteps close by
I should have waited to know of your love
The one you have in you
In your lashy seductive eyes
I should have waited to feel that love
Such that burns with great will
The lit blue flame of love
The one I felt within your bossom when we were locked in a hug
The best of hugs that took me a while
A while to disentangle from
A hug that assures me that...
I am being loved by one I never knew
One who knows me quite well but was silent
Silent... waiting for me to find her
Our very first hug though unexpected
You made it loving and epic
Before the very eyes of onlookers
...I must tell
I fell for it even as my heart melted away
Dripping down your soft warm palms
Such that held my liquid heart cupped to hers
Moulding it into a tender shape
The shape of a love heart
Like two love birds singing
You made me hear another part of my symphony
Amidst rain
In the dark
You held unto my hand
My hair blessed with the oil of your eyes
My ear stroked by the softness of your fingers
Though I might have seen much beauties, yours made me happy
You might not be the most beautiful
But to me, you are the most cherished
The tenderness of my youth rekindled by your smile
But I am now a mock to myself
Not only am I afraid
I am also ashamed
Ashamed to have you in my arms again
To feel the softness of your wetted lips
Ashamed to meet the loving glare from your eyes
Neither am I bold again...
To feel the warmth of your virgin bossom
I am ashamed to be where you are
Ashamed to promise my seeing you again
Like a bird fleeing from the reach of the wind
I am ashamed to promise you I'll be back
Even as I know the remembrance of your warm hug in the cold,
The dazzling feeling under fine drizzle
The way you looked at me...all these would hunt my heart
The piercing deep stare from your eyes near
All these will not hesitate in making my heart grow cold if you don't keep it close to you
I can only but fantasise about you
The refined gold I couldn't have but see
The tender alluring wild rose I could not have for myself
Having you became as impossible as reaching the skies...
When the thorns from other roses on my path could not allow me to reach unto you
Still, I take the blame unlike Rag n' Bone's opposite
But as I write this poem
I only cleave to be with you
If there could be a chance
I wouldn't mind waiting another year for you
For you to be here with me...in my arms where I'll be proud to have you
Only but a lust to love lost
If only you will agree
I would not mind waiting
Giving in to you
Engaging in your trust
Inhabiting your all
Grinning with you
Experiencing your tender love