As the season of love draws near,
My somber heart is devastated;
But not to be harried,
Christmas brought me a lover.
That season was filled with love,
And my forlorn heart found comfort.
But alot changed since the end of the season,
I have been lovelorn,
Reclused,
And anguished.
Not to be deceitful,
My Christmas lover never went away,
But every new day is another episode of our squabble.
Little things leading to big ones.
Serious threats of disintegration,
It's now a love-hate kind of thing.
My non-ending love misfortune.
But this was a never-try-again kind of thing.
I don't wish for much this season of love,
I just want the fairies to sprinkle love and sparkles in my heart;
I want a love-love thing,
Else I'm running away from this torture.
I just want my Christmas love spark back.
© Olamide Mercy