Such Is Love Poem by Oreoluwa Sanni

It's all convenient to the letter, till one
moves on, gone for good and all that
time seems ancient and lost. The heart
speaks many languages, like rhythmic
drum beats per minute till it's weakened
and that rhythm is lost. l'll say love is a
dunces dance that never keeps a stable
pulse. When we lose the now and we're
only able to encapsulate the memory
fragments of the then we are sometimes
left with the agony of nostalgic torments.
I say the game of the lover's foolish to
the letter. A recipe for willful unified
bondage in most cases that don't always
last forever. Such is love.