Upon my stool of love <br /> <br />I’m buried in a casket of doubt <br /> <br />My heart is like an injured dove <br /> <br />Which has been dealt a clout. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I can barely see tomorrow <br /> <br />Today is a lost shadow <br /> <br />Survival leads, and my heart follows <br /> <br />Feeble it is like a bones marrow. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Love ought not hurt this much <br /> <br />When a wink from an enemy <br /> <br />Or a wave, or a touch <br /> <br />Is subject to scrutiny. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Love is a prisoner <br /> <br />A helpless victim of pressure <br /> <br />Love is a wanderer <br /> <br />To some…an everlasting treasure <br /> <br />….Love is a lie…<br /><br />muideen olawale jimoh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-my-stool-of-love/
