Agony Of Love

I flew towards love before my heart was aware. My urge stained those nights as deep chasms sang 'neath the moon. I was ouside life. Rays of your soul shone through my skin, embroidering feelings, knitting heavens, tracing my book of prophecies and myths. Only time was alert. Only time kept its eyes open. Multifoliated red roses blossomed in muddy valleys deep inside. Cactus flowers dreamed about us behind my breathless hills of desire. Passion purified me. It was time of trampled lillies. When my doomed heart finally wept, I was writing my testament of pain and regrets. The air was frosty and dead. I couldn't clear the rusty tops of my grief. I couldn't read your metaphors or see your undiscovered face and infinity. I couldn't.

by Bakare Oluwagbenga Michael

Comments (1)

The whimsical and temperamental nature of love is aptly captured in the poem. Sad tale of love insightfully penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing.