What do I feel for you?
Is it Love or Lust?
Is it Infatuation or my Imagination?
Tell me, my treasure, for I am lost already
You alone can interpret your feelings
I’ve always experienced lust
For Love? I know nothing of it
Infatuation, I think, combines both
You are the object of my fantasy,
My model of a Lady,
The flower of my soul,
I adore your beauty
Your words betray you
You are an Adonis and an Orator
You sing better than the morning birds
I am defenseless before your vocal arrows
We are both victims of weapons
We’ve been wounded and seduced
What we share is overwhelming
Let us lick our wounds with joy.
Emeka Dike(June, 2017)