Many call it a feeling
That emanates from the heart;
Sigh! That organ was designed for blood pumping,
To keep one alive on mother earth.
Some claim actions really prove it,
Forgetting pretense is the order of the day;
A little elegushi & KFC, and you flow with the beat,
And then your heart flattens like sheep hay.
A feeling which could make you soar,
High or low and downcast,
Proud and boastful as a lion’s roar,
Or mega sober as a runner that came last.
Kola’s candid advice goes thus:
Take a day as it comes, with little expectations;
Love with your head as true love comes not by force,
Put yourself first, it brings satisfaction.
For this feeling we call love,
Goes way beyond what we see;
Just like hands conceived in a glove,
You get trapped, and might be hard to set yourself free.