TENDER LOVER
A poem
My heart aches, a begruntled space.
The waters rise, far above my reach.
I crave luxury and fine wine,
But each time I get bare water.
My face calls for favour,
Yet favour runs from me,
Avoiding my gates and crushing me;
Who did I offend?
You call me yours yet we speak not
The same language, our eyes-
They keep avoiding each other,
A pleasant surprise.
Once you told me you would love me
Unconditionally and I believed;
Yes you love me, but I'm troubled,
You don't see it and I don't see you.
Tender lover, patient caregiver,
Do you still love me even though-
My coconut head offends you?
You are not the problem.
Walk away early, lest I break you.
It seems I am no good for anyone,
Call the fairlady, or the dark one;
They love you, I hurt you!
©IYERE PERPETUAL
