My Friend's Flower Poem by Oladapo Oladosu

"I water a flower that belongs to a friend,
The flower enjoys to be watered though.
I know you will ask, if I have conscience,
I have watered till conscience bothers me no more.
I feel jealous, when he smells his flower,
The flower some friends and I went to pluck for him.
Is it for the sweet fragrance that it makes,
Or for how it blooms in the sun,
Or its beautiful dancing steps in the evening wind?
Torera, let's fancy each other, till the flaming spear of truth tears us apart."