My Lost Love - Della Poem by Emmanuel Isuku

In those days - those infant years,
When age made foolery of man,
I sojourned in the garden of love
With a damsel; her skin
So light like pastel earth,
O her comeliness - none compare.

At first, 'twas like an interesting game,
Confessing the affection she had within...
Yea, affection coloured
Red, purple, green -
Affection like the apple fruit,
So fresh and juicy still.

But the seed of love so wholly grew
Between us - these two tender souls,
That even the goddess of love
Felt the whip of jealousy
Travelling hotly on her flesh,
Yes...she was jealous, I tell no lie,
For we (my lost love and I) became
Demigods in the pantheon of love.

As the years wore on,
This affection intensified -
It became vigorous like flames
From the flare of gas,
And I myself felt the sear......
Engulfing me in sheer ecstasy,
Still the love magnified
Like a lily viewed from a lens.

O I remember her name now -
DELLA - I christened her
When I became tipsy -
Filled with sweet wine of love.....
Wine from the vine of adoration
Whose roots peered into the obscure
Part of my heart to seek for
Waters of love that had hidden, so aloof.

This intimate love became raving,
But I never wanted more,
For age made foolery of me,
Feeding my ears with pessimistic thought
'.....Her love for you is frail! '
Amidst this thought I was buried
Though I later knew 'twas a conspiracy
From the goddess of love

My warm feelings soon grew cold -
So cold like the ice snow
In the very dead of winter.....
O my juvenile eyes caught a glimpse
Of the pheonix, rising from the snow -
The pheonix of doom

The hitherto strong bond between us weakened,
And only then did the
Malicious goddes of love dared near us
To seperate us forever.

I remember the lovely meadow
Begged us to stay
In that garden of love
Where the croonings of the larks hovered,
But we were bent to leave...and we left.

Soon, I recuperated from
The illness of foolishness,
But all was now lost to the winds -
The dire winds of woe.
O I wept until my
Tender tears filled the great rift
Between me and my lost love - DELLA.
We could have waded
The pool of tears to meet each other,
But the lure of pride made us weak

O now, I feel no remorse,
Even though our foes chortle and dance
At the fall of our love on gleeful balcony,
Like the leaves soaring on high
Celebrating the demise of summer -
The adorable summer!
I remain unperturbed - hoping for
The return of my lost love someday.