Jove of Love Ii
In respect to the grand love birds, I
greet
Watching them thro' whilst they glide
place to place;
If time herself is meek for us to meet
The f'llowing words will I say face to
face:
'How long shall you soar high on cupid
wings
Is it thro' the old grey time of dear
death?
In sickness, and pain and all the
saddest things,
How boldly shall you love till your last
breath?'.
'Love is that tougher bed we try to
make
(Full of surprises as the wise men say)
Half of the world will love, half may
forsake;
(To the love birds tarry and go your
way)'.
Bye and bye, these words are forgott'n
as well
Aye and aye, these words I shall never
tell.
BY: OSUJI CHIBUEZE (PEN NAME: CHIBZ
OBSERVER)
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