In absence of appearance,
love comes through familiarity.
Of what holds me to not explain why
your love perches on the mango tree
of my lonely soul like dove for
neither appearance nor
familiarity, I possess none.
And what god or goddess spell the to love me?
What trilogy makes you, me, love; to be
in this Bunsen burner of true love standing
firm on the tripod stand of
Your love for me as much as I love…
And thank God, you love me_
love as gentle as yours for me
as gentle as a dove.
Or maybe because you hate to be lonely.
Or maybe because the inferno god furnace thy soul
with e-8-2-d-1-4 passion to be my boo.
Or maybe because I deserve to be loved;
and that’s why you love me so heartily.
Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the winged Leo soaring)