Love's Lifestyle

When love starts to ring like a bell

and my magnets attract sound from hearts away

then i know the winds that blow,

the rebels my grandmother yawned about,

the ones that steal like gods

faster than the thunder that stroke the iroko tree,

my hearts starts to shiver 

should i fear love 

or should love fear me,

should we  embrace like lovers 

just because love is invisible

for love is a chameleon,

sometimes i wonder

does love love beauty only,

for when the king of harmattan triumphs 

to chase away the queen of water,

would our love remain

would each morning whistle be dedicated to me,

would my chapped lips still appeal to the juicy tongue in your lips,

or is love like the sun,

would you abandon when the night comes,

my mind like every other

clarity i need,

for love is not a joke,

she is older than my greatest grandmother,

who was told by her greatest grandmother,

love is a flower seasoned with thongs,

love is like the air that is fed me by olorun ,

love is a lifestyle....

a master in all...

love is beautiful..

but love is a chameleon...

love is ...