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What do poets even know about this think called lurf sef?😅
With sweat dripping down to his palm,
I bet he could literally hold the ocean in his hand.
Heart racing like a stallion in an open field,
Mind bouncing between bold choices and blank thoughts,
His every word begins to falter like pawns caught in a game of strategy.
Obviously, this is now a game of chess,
But the checkmate doesn't seem to look like it ends in his favor.
When a random guy encounters love at first sight,
Number one:
The immature version of Shakespeare is born overnight.
You'd hear stuff like: "You are the ocean in the moon that brightens my day babyyy,"
And such illegal use of metaphors would only make you wonder:
If all there is to the use of words is communication.
Two.
On occasions when it seems like words might fail,
He believes actions would always speak louder.
So he lets his ego become the sleeves of an oversized shirt,
Trying to put them on—a metaphor for expenses that are bound to always go out of hand.
But he is quick to forget:
Love is first a word before it became a verb.
So there's a lot more about expression action doesn't always get the chance to prove,
But this walking human would rather choose to be a walking brewery, stocked up
With bottled-up emotions.
Whereas when a poet falls in love,
The odogwu of words and lamba totally sits on his throne.
Watch how a universe unfolds between his every line of action and written words,
So much that a lover finds something to fold into a memory.
And with the way emotions keep running deep,
You'd think say na kayamata don dey work.
But do not be deceived—
There is nothing fetish going on here.
Words in their natural sense are always magical.
I guess this explains why they are made of little things we call spellings.
You see, the poet is a janitor—
He uses clean rhymes on lines
That sweep you off your feet
Until your heart becomes a room that couldn't hold the dirtiest of secrets.
The poet is more than a medical doctor,
Yet he needs no MBBS qualifications to know that he must always treat his lady right.
To ask how to love a poet
Is to learn that love is not just a feeling
But a language only best spoken in verses.