What's Love? - Poem by ENOCH JOHN
Love is a kind of emotion
That can confuse man or woman
Anytime of the night or day.
It can make you laugh or cry,
Sulk in a corner or stay indoors.
Yes, love can take you outdoors
In the rays of its sunshine,
To enjoy the beautiful seashore,
Or admire the pretty flowers
Of the kitchen garden.
Love is a wonderful thing
That king and commoner
Have fought ferociously over,
Built walls and dug trenches for,
Neighbours became staunch enemies,
And it has been known
To drive a wedge between brothers.
Can anyone ever tell me
What love really is?
Yes, love is a melody and a rhapsody,
That lovers sing about in the summer,
Or winter, autumn and spring.
Love knows no season or
Boundary and is mightier than
Even the ocean, for you
Cannot put a limit to its charms.
It is sweeter than honey,
And stands taller than the mountain.
Love can flow faster and further
Than the longest river
And still it's difficult to determine
What exactly is love.
But then, love like lovely Aphrodite,
Can veil behind white cirrus clouds,
While a beautiful hummingbird with its majestic wings,
Flutters in mid air around a flower,
With a corrugated ocean as a splendid background,
And quietly, Sunday breaks upon us again.
Love clothes herself with coyness
And attends to her own devices,
Now a gentle gesture,
And again, a subtle glance,
Ans what about one pretending
That the other is not seen,
While the heart is pounding,
Or, he asking her friend
Of her whereabouts, albeit discreetly;
These days reading everything she posts
On Facebook, where else?
Or her endless texting like an aphrodisiac.
So love is still that quaint thing
That causes butterflies in the stomach
And makes her blush and do odd things.
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