Just of recent, I thought love is gone,
I looked up into the sky I can't see it sign, I felt I can never get to feel what I mean to be in love and to be loved, forgetting that love can never be gone.
It hurt me so deeply, that I couldn't eat, nor gaze into any lady's face, all because I thought love is gone, it hurts me so much to finally realise that I have lost alot all in the name of love is gone.
Oh! How foolish am I to think that love is gone, when loves lies very closer to me, and even leaving in me. It's so unfortunate that the taste and color of love can never be gone, playing around I came to realise that love can never be gone, after seeing the color of my blood.
I closed the book chapter, thinker that it has all come to an end to love, but lo and behold I saw the sign of love on the cover of the book, gazing pitifully to me. If love is to b gone, then what did you think about the blood, the innocent man shed on the cross?
Now I solemnly believe that love can never be gone, the colour of rose polish the gums in mine eyes to view that love can never be gone, it lives in me, it lives around me, and it keeps me alive.. Now I know, that love can never be gone.

© Aniedi Victor