The White Crown Of Love Poem by Olawale Oluwole

Does anyone truly know
where love begins to flow?

Does anyone know
why love wears a crown of white?

Does anyone know
the true origin of love?

For God is love —
and if God is love,
then love can never fade,
nor vanish, nor expire.

God's words move in mystery;
love is like the wind —
invisible, yet deeply felt
by every open heart.

Love carries a secret name,
and I believe my queen knows it.

But, my darling —
will you let the breeze of love
find its way to you?

Real love shows itself
in quietness — in the chill
that stirs the soul with warmth.

No one can touch it
without dreaming of its color.
Have you ever dreamed of it?

Let our love be as pure as snow.
For I am the one who wears,
claims, and honors the white crown.
Love me without blemish —
as I will love you, endlessly.