Time; My Prime Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Their is someone i love,
But this don't love me.
She again i did want,
But it seemed she dont want me.
Here lies the tragedy,
I behold her countenance everyday.
But just like air,
She doesn't perceive me, even when i'm near.
I rethink to lavish her attention,
But like a moor she never cares.
I despise the earth and thread on her stairs.
Yet, she weighed all these as optical illusions.
Hey! Juvenile, do you know time?
Go unveil to her that she is my prime.
C.2017