Look, my love is open <br />and flows with abandon <br />like a river <br />brimful with dreams, <br />but my desire has missed <br />the soul of love <br />because it made you <br />the sole image <br />from its heart <br />for it to worship. <br />It is no longer sure <br />that it still grasps <br />what once it was <br />that held it captive <br />and made it go crazy. <br />Now its only cry is, <br />leave my life <br />leave my life <br />that someone more loving <br />may come in. <br /> <br />In this decade <br />of my age, <br />no time is left <br />to hunt for shadows. <br />I'll let you go <br />to live your life <br />where your heart is. <br /> <br />You've made it hell enough <br />to be with you, <br />injecting poisonous doubts <br />into my cup of love. <br />Would that my doubt <br />had been the place <br />that waited for your love, <br />which never came. <br /> <br />Kodi Azuonye <br />(London,2004)<br /><br />Kodi Azuonye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mistaken-identity-9/
