I lost sleep
My appetite fled me
Am just too occupied with her thoughts.
My legs turned into icebergs
My breath almost expired
For the world freezes each time
Her name greets my ears.
All she says is milk
All she flows is honey
But others’ bitter than mara!
…So they say am sick
They all say am weak
And off they dragged me to a physician
To cure what ever the predicament may be.
… my story I narrated
All the tale I unleashed
How she gave me philtre pills
And let it flushed down
My clogged me,
Irrigate my dormant marrow
And sprouted my dead heart to life,
Grow roses in my once upon a time
Till love garden surrounds our land!
Then he replied me in a husky voice
He said:”No diagnosis , no weeks of bed rest
For you are not sick
My son you are not weak
This is a simply an obvious case of side effect of love!”