Temilola Poem by Chukwukere Timothy

Love or Lost?
I feel like am just lost
inlove with Temilola.
I pace all night,
My brain race,
Thinking of excellent diction.
With care I brew Temilola,
the best love song.
She's my eve,
My flower in Eden.
So drunk, intoxicate by a teenage lover.
I extol her as a goddess.
My poetry was infected of her.
I Set her far above nature.
All night; it was Temi.
Butterflies flys in my stomach whenever she calls me.
The conversation never got sick.
Yet our relation got broken like feeble stick.
I wake up from my dreams
Temi is the worst I can feel.
I asked my head,
Temi sliced my back?
Ripped my heart apart?
And smash my glassy skeleton?
It answered me these things.
''Her family, religion and tribe,
Are something she've no control on,
That's destiny.
Sorry it hurts''.
But it's over, and now it my fault.
Temi, use to be name.
To poetry Am mailed.
Once, my heart fell,
I picked it, put it together again.
My last poem to temi.
Temilola!
Only a superman can resist her beauty spells.
Am more a Superman now.