The Triumph Of Love Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Love is in the air
For you i became nomophobic
Clutching always to my phone
Caressing your beautiful pictures
Hoping the next beep brings a message
Even if it was sent in error

This love is real Sweetie
Daily i slid into your page
Admiring your beauty
An embodiment of virtue
Grace and poise
When you are incommunicado
My world crumbles

They deem me obsessed
Drunk and infatuated
Like my mind and heart is lost
How can i tie the knot
Far across tribal, religious or country lines
Abomination they call it
But love knows no tribe
It is pure and unconditional

More than ever
I want you by my side
To have and to hold
For better for best
As we raise a generation
A sign of victory
The triumph of love
Over tribalism and hate