The Suitor

Poem By Johnson Nwaubani

At the throbbing sound of his heart, he found his beauty
Along the lonely path of the strolling moon
Lovely glow, intensed passion, brought showers of flowers
Filling, and feeling the silent part of his creative world
The moonlike glow of his intensed desire
Battled with his forbidden dreams
A saintly dream of suitors
To pollinate her heart with normal vanities
A suavy dream of lotus
To toss an apple of seduction
Neither a saint nor a sinner
He tossed the smile of a tamed lion
But his beauty was graciously captivated
By the smile of a butterfly
She left, dreaming of a sensational grip of mountain roses
In the fragrant heat of the summer sun
The suitor re-counted his pain
With a vow for a resolved wild justice.
The suitor came with love in his heart
But he left with the law of the jungle
The mortals game of jungled fame
Where the wild defames
And the weak declaims
The suitor aimed with heart aflamed
But a lesson was learned
That in the puns of love
One thing remains unchanged-

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