I’VE FOUND AFFECTION.
I’ve found affection,
Yet have I not known its cost,
I’ve learned it stake,
Yet have I not understand it’s the path.
As the journey of a snake on the rock,
So is the path of love of humane,
Who can describe the route it took,
Who can foretell it’s the ending point of emergence?
Nevertheless, have I set to begin,
A journey of endless mystery,
To the garden where love was shredded,
The valley filled with affection and pleasure.
Looking to the face of my prince charming,
As if in a blink it’ll be taken off,
Holding tight as if my life depends on it,
Like the days of besieging Jericho.
I’ve foretold my affections,
I’ve written the almighty,
I’ve been equipped with every strength,
So I’ll run and not be weary of love.
Tell that scoffer to wait and tarry,
The outcome of this journey is a pleasure,
Love shredding like the day of Pentecost,
When men were in awe of mysterious phenomena.
BABALOLA A. STEPHEN.