By Awodele Mariam Damilola


Has your jealousy not drowned?
Is it still floating on your emotion?
She is a rude brat
Lid to bake harmony in fiery
She quenches love apart.
She found her way within us.
It is she who joins us apart.

Alas! You have made a bruise.
Your place, perfect haven
Your worth; approvable
To pay the prize of love
Your fault; totally contradictory
You join hands to apart.
Let there be a way to freedom
Let that not be till sunset
You sometimes hark to grief.

Let love be love
Let thy heart be hopeful.
Let my love be mine.
Let my love accept and deny.
Let thy love take a dim view of me.


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Bada Yusuf Amoo