My Love

My Love

I revel in her aura.
The reflection of her personae,
holds my heart ransom.
Insomia, my partner when she isn’t by my side.
She is my anchor; anchoring my hurts and
pain to safety.
When I lose thoughts of expression she encourages me.
When am lost in penning my thoughts she path
finds me.
She helps to propel my benovelence to many
intellects.
My love towards her is not fallacy, neither is it infactuating or lusty.
Am at liberty with her when we converse and communicate.
She is my word not only on the sand but through
time.
Am not only emboldened by my ink, but emboldened by the tranquility and serenity; that she exudes.
Low foresight, but she made me see.
Her placed priority puts presence on my
personality.
Without her am voiceless and a slave to silence.
But now she has given me a voice, never again will I be a slave.
If only she was etheral to me,
she would have been my only choice.
She is more than a thought to me.
She is a huge piece of my expressiveness.
The kiss between my pen and the words, delivers an intimacy, that I am so scared of losing her.
She brought me out of illusion and lame affection.
I know that its being thirteen years,
But I will forever keep hold of that kiss.
It was assuring. It breath freshness and hope.
And as I made love to her, I hoped that, this union was going to be, “till death do us path”.
But as I wake from my reverie? I realised it was more than love making,
“Its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved”.
I have lost her not, because this union will go on through the end of time.
It was the power of the words that you gave me,
That I fell in love with.
I never knew I would be celebrated.
When creativity blessed the union I knew I had made no mistake.
Now its no longer a fiction of reality.
My vow to her;to keep speaking through her words.
Untill my ink runs dry and I return to dust.
Leaving you to continue to be part of existence.
Until death paths us,I won’t lay privy to her alone
Oh! Hath thou so immortal.
Lonliness does not berate me because she’s my
companion.
Jealousy,I owe no grudge. Oh yes! I owe it no grudge, because am not her only suitor.
To my ink and slate, will remain true.
Words not only on marble,but encrypted upon
mortality.
Its no secret; we are meant for each other.
She’s my love, heart and soul;
My hidden and divulged words.
Till death do us path.
You and I no separation.

An Ode to poetry.

P.O.T.



8 thoughts on “My Love” by Onome prince Tadafe (@thaprince)

  1. what a nice personification
    with a clear and detailed description.

  2. Wait, okay this piece was engraved in beauty…

    But then, you weren’t writing about a woman right?? Wow…

    I love when poetry tells a story that you don’t need a 1200 words flash piece to tell!

    You’re in a romantic relationship with poetry??

  3. (@ufuomaotebele):
    You gat me confused with this part of your commen;

    “I love when poetry tells a story that you
    don’t need a 1200 words flash piece to tell!”

    Would really like you to give me an explicit explanation.

    Thank you.

    1. Oh dear… I meant the poem told a story and that’s what time for poetry to do.

  4. Well done

    Interesting write more.

  5. This is good, though I spotted a few typos, if not much.
    I love the poem though, clear message, wonderful craft.
    Thumbs up.

  6. @THAPRINCE. Sweet, if all this was written for poetry then I love it.

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