What We Shared. Poem by Ingibo Benson

Take my hand and help me climb, wedge my tumble,
Let me lean on thee, halt my heart throb, humble
Me with thy warmth. Once there was a guy who
Knew me and identified with me, my heart
Would skip at the sight of him. 'I love you'
He had said to me. His lovely smile
Thought me gentleness. His caress made my
Heart dream of an eternal bond. And it
came to pass that he found me for a bride
But he passed away with the enraged wind
Of life and my heart had since endured this
Coup. None have been like my John, no; Their brain
Registers no truth. Love is not money,
No, nor is it honey. Love is all so
Deeper than beauty or form. Oh! It's what
My John and I shared. Beauty shall always
Urge body attraction, attitude shall
Birth true interest and commitment shall
Birth care. Money maintains love, not money
Brings love, my teacher had once said to me
Rich or Poor, man has a right to be loved.
They say everything that goes around
Must come around. Let the coin turn it's back
And bring me love with treasured moments or
Let tide and time reverse, that I might meet
My John, and enjoy what time had denied us