Irene Ibiwari Ikiriko
Thorns Of Love - Poem by Irene Ibiwari Ikiriko
I have a love story to tell,
Not one I wish may sell.
It is the story of my thorns,
And the love that tore them down.
He is a Prince, and I am his subject.
He gave me love unconditional,
I gave him back love, but with conditions.
We break apart, for I had betrayed His love.
He decides to have me again,
Honouring me with the decision to let Him live.
Of this priceless gift did I receive,
Only to give it away as I had received.
He sort to give me a crown,
But of him did I make a clown.
I listened to him speak,
Not so I could have understanding's peak,
But because I could not wait,
To make him bait.
'Blasphemer, blasphemer' I screamed.
As he was stilled by silence as a dove,
A hundred times did he remind me of His love,
A million times did I spit at this love.
Thorns of my ignorance cut him deeper than my rejection,
A sponge of vinegar did I give for his digestion.
I hurt his body, but it cut deep into his subconscious.
I echoed 'Nail my beloved to the cross! '
Give me the money for His loss.
He dies, His love unreturned.
My heart was filled with jagged thorns,
Thorns a million times thicker than rose's.
He had the courage to wade through.
He may not have made it out alive,
Yet His love shattered them to pieces.
By His death did I realize, my beloved had loved me so.
My heart bore the thorns of love,
His life bore its saving grace.
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