I met this saint of a lady, it’s no sin
I just wondered why my heart was racing
I’ve heard tales about Ada and her indescribable beauty
On this day I was dumbfounded for good, I admitted “she’s pretty”
So I played some tactics and shot at that particular angle
Some said I’m lucky and I don’t care, we began to mingle
My love for her was so bright, I could sense with the way my feelings assemble
The way we hold hands so tight and heart soothing, Ada’s smile pops my dimples
We played and loved like it’s all we’ve got to be completed
It’s no big deal, a wise man once said that “good memory is all that matters” isn’t it?
But then, the silent whispers of others started to cook something I couldn’t eat
Ada’s behavior suddenly started to speak in parables, sounding selfishly sweet
The closer I swing, the farther it gets
Ada says I have no plans for her that I’m just a poet;
Painting her futures with my tongue twisting lips in ironic figures of speech like a performan duet;
That breeds humor, beauty of nature and all like penniless preacher with no plain pursuit
“Ada… My future is bright… ” I said trying to hold her hands to feel my strange heartbeat
“I’m sorry.. I don’t see the light..” She said before this loud gong in my head came on a repeat
A sharper heartbreak is better than listening to the same tunes that has designed;
The destiny of other folks, so I took a clear gaze at the sky to swallow;
My tears of pain and the gasps of the words unsaid.
Eniayewu Victor Ayomide ( Literatus Victor) is an African Revolutionary Writer, Page/Spoken words poet, An Afro Saxophonist and a Public speaker. He lives in Osogbo Osun State, Nigeria. His love for writing has been intact since he was 12 years old. He believes poetry is a license to speak whatever truths and tell whatever story through words and most importantly as a means of spreading message to the world for whoever reads.