She loved you once, every
story she writes had your
essence in it, every quote
she coined reminded her
of you.

When she makes to conc-
eive a poem, she imagines
how you'll perceive it.

Sometimes, the world aro-
und her might be all over
the place, her innermost
may be everywhere but no
where.

Somehow, you left her he-
art in a million pieces, but
a woman loves and she re-
adys to take the worst kind
of ridicule from just about
anyone.

A woman, she loves and so
she forgives multitudes of
ills, the slate seems to wipe
clean at the sneak of every
second.

A woman, then she loves
and takes scores of arrows
to the heart, she dies in de-
pths and layers of sorrowf-
ul tears.

She gladly lose substance
from her soul to retain gl-
impses of you, she kneels
and seek the unknown fa-
ce to secure your good.
She goes in malice with
food for days to ensure
your release. She wallo-
ws in layers of forgiven-
ess and then some more,
she loves in billion mou-
nds of renewal.

She had loved you once
and then several more.
But just once again, she
loves you, and its surreal.

© Ibadiaran Omo Akinde

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