Poetry

Love is Love and That is That

I marvel at the wonders of love
Bemused I declare its insolvency
Its confusion and strange shape
It disastrous outlook and glaring pain
Its ability to hypnotise the heart and pause all realistic raptures

I refuse however to be tarnished by its baffling glare
I refuse to counterfeit its rosy slur
Or colour in red its thick pedestal
I will not over inflate the role it plays in my life
Love is not love that altars when alternatives passes by
No it is an unshakeable blotch

Love is unmoveable and unchanging
It is sincere and true to the mainstay and formidable end
It stands firm on shaky ground
Though bruised and saddened it does not change its form
It is not qualified by cheap glares of opportunists
Nor is it susceptible to immoral betrayal tendencies
Love is a faint, tender yet pulsate feeling
It is like a perfectly carved beat, which allows even the hard hearted to smile and give thanks

No amount of gold or authority can fixture love
No amount of soldiers can force it down an enemy
No law can make love submissive
No witchcraft can solidify its intensity

With these words allow me to put on the block my head
For I am in love and no amount of pulling and screaming will make my love for he evaporate
He is to me a reflection of sunrise and the beginning of a new light
He is hope of a life so pure and delightful
He is to me a knight and rapture
His presence put me on ecstasy
I love him and no amount of toyi toying will change the mark I created in my space and heart for him

He is however not perfect
Only he can put a tear of despair on my eyes
Only his love can draw me back as I sometimes doubt
Yes he has hurt me undoubtedly
But the strength of my love has overcome the pain
And now I love once more the man God placed in my ambit to love and nature
Love is love and that is that