Regret Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

in the running circle of astute my heart nest.
daily building the altar of gold for the god of
love,
a forgotten eye it turns to me in disgust.
just like our mothers do in search for God to
supply a loaf
while in joy their praises mount to dragon.
though being eager to dwell in love a red card i
receive in return.
come to me my damsel that we will both sing a
wonderful song of love
not as our mothers do that dragon their praises
go in search of wonders.
incline yourself to me cos no wonder lay in any
man less they tell you lies.
bring to me the virgin rose and my mouth will
not cease to sing your praise.
oh what said i forgetting the god of love has
turned its back on me,
but i have one joy that my God will not leave me.