On Love

My friend Nathary and I had a poem war on love in fb, which is too silly to post it here. HAHA I was being silly, actually. And when I told my man, here he brought out the poet in him:

“Hahah, I love your Midwinter Night’s Dream; a satire on love with your friend! Umm I have a few minutes; lemme give a try:

Like all poetry

Things don’t make much sense

But your satirical battle is true.

Like Romeo and Juliet

Love is a game of strategy like chess

If you make a wrong moves

It will end in a bloody mess.

When P and I met I felt the attraction first.

Then comes the hard part, the human interaction the flirts.

Like the moon does the earth

Or the bee does the flower

Or the moth does the light

Or the bird does its songs

They all come together.

For some it’s complicated,

They think it will last

But it ends in frustrations.

Our love just mesh and true

Our personality didn’t repel

If you love the wrong person

Your life will be hell.

Love, we crave them.

But they’re the source of so much pain

Being madly in love

Without being insane.

We want our love to be free like a bird

But like "Srov" in the field love gathers you up,

He threshes you to make you naked,

He sifts you to free you from your husks,

He grinds you to whiteness,

He kneads you until your are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,

That you may become the rice for god’s sacred feast.

All waiting for love

Like watching ticking clocks

Love and relationships

Our giant paradox."