Love is for suckers. Love is far from success. Love is a mirage, a drug that stimulates emotional calmness.
Love creates the illusion of happiness. Love sucks the juice out of a succulent fruit and leaves it dwindled, pale and broken beyond repair. Love turns a heart full of pledge into a heart full of less.
Yet, to leave a loveless life is to leave a life not worth living. To leave a loveless life is to leave a life devoid of sunshine. To leave a loveless life is to leave a life devoid of my enku-lenu, my daakye, my goo’be
Love is the ‘p' in possible, the ‘o' in okay for without ‘p' there’s no possible and no okay without ‘o’. Love is the eternal pivot that keeps the cycle of stupidity and worthlessness in orbit.
Love is lust made better by care, adoration and selflessness. Love is what a mother feels for her unborn foetus. Love is not the feeling a con man has for his prey.
Love is energy for like energy, love can not be created nor destroyed. Love is me and you and you and you smiling at one another for no apparent reason
Thoughts of an uneducated poet