The Proof Of Love Poem by Oyelakin Gbolahan

A Knight fell in love with a Duchess
One cool night when the stars were bright.
Hmmm, so thrilling to have stolen her heart before her sight.
All along, with much ado about nothing,
All she wanted was the proof of love.
Each woman wants proof, that’s all.
-proof of what?
The proof of true love!
How then can a Knight prove his love for her?
(asking) – is it to do my worst?
…instead of winning a life contest as a proof,
His self-worth and reputation he should lose?
To lose, is that it…
…eh, do badly?
To him losing proves nothing;
It proves that he’s a loser, period!
No Knight has distanced himself with victories.
To her, losing is a much keener test of love;
The test of emptiness, selflessness and sacrifice.
Losing would contradict self-love;
Losing would show obedience to one’s lover and not yourself.
What will be his answer?
“I will not lose! ”
She could conclude,
“Then you do not love me.”
But the man could realize and add that,
“I’m dropping my life-contest victory
For a more dramatic victory – your heart.
Huh, what you make me feel
Is the fear and passion of love.
For that, I say my rosary to you and no one else.
Indeed, this is blasphemous.
There you come, the embodiment of love;
My Mercury…Pluto…undiscovered gods.
Together we will take a flight
Upon a kite through the night
To see the bright moon;
Holding tight our hands, hand-in-hand.
Each time I behold the light upon your face,
I can’t deny there’s a Magnificent, Perfect Artiste.
Only Him could have crafted you.
I know I need to fight straight
In order to reach your sight.
I always bite through without cries,
Because your heart made me master the art of warfare.
At last I won; I won your heart.
More so, I won the contest for you.
You made me a victorious Knight –
Sir K.S.O.O.