Love.. What Is That? Poem by Osaya Evbuomwan

its not the troubles you've been through
but the accolades at the end of the tunnel
Not the hurt, or the pains, trials, nor tribulations
but the character and sense of reasoning acquired
at the peak of the mountain
Don't ever regret what you've done in your life just
pick all the shit you've been given and fertilize your
barren soul

I was told 'LOVE' was like a butterfly when you try
to chase it it flutters away
But when you just relax and sit still it will come and
land right on your shoulder
I am however, some what ashamed of the fact that
'LOVE' had no meaning to me
I couldn't seem to fathom this quite complex topic of 'LOVE'
My mind couldn't sum how wrap around this perplexed yet
comforting sensation 'LOVE'
The days went by leaving me baffled holding on to every
inch of this aroma 'LOVE'
Then boom it hits me 'LOVE' in not meant to be
understood by a mere mortal as myself
'LOVE' is meant 2 be embraced an juiced for every
for every dropp of mind splitting, ear piercing, heart warming, mind blowing,
sublime ever lasting content I can from this spilled jar of 'LOVE'

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