Until Her Stare Poem by Oghenetega Akpomraphiphe

I would have loved to live
a life far away from love.
I dreamt it and I saw it.
That freely living life of loneliness
with all its whirling wind of freedom,
had always lived with and in me
until that very special stare.

Those two small glowing stars that burn
as bright as the morning sun yet as cool as
the evening rays, as piercing as a trojan's arrow
yet as livening as sunset dews. The eyes
of the moon, all the eyes of the world,
cannot be compared to these. Has there ever been,
is there any and will there ever be anyone
with features as wonderful as these?

I had loved to think myself good
for reasoning the existence of an all benevolent,
all good and homogeneous loving God. But can
homogeneity be defined with the creation
an exquisite, all beautiful, all pretty
and all fascinating creature above others?
I pray you tell me this.

Some will call foolish, but I call me captured.
Some will call me insane, but I call me succumbed.
Some will condemn my says to the dust, but I
condemn my sail to her bosom. For never had I felt it,
never had believed it, never had I trusted it
and never had I fallen for it. But now that I fall,
I fall happily to her stare.