Eventhough it cuts me in the heart,
Just like the ferocious claws of a cat.
The ambiguous sensation engulf my whole body,
Her love is all I feel whole heartedly.
Why must the pauper love be traded?
For all the essential wealth he needed.
I hoped to hold on till I die,
But the traded cost seems too high.

Never will I endure it anymore.
That I hope for the mercy of Devine..
Even if I am pressed to the core...
I will sharpen my heart till it shine....
When it's blades are sharp enough.....
I will wield it till I am drown in love.

©Afolabi Sodiq Abioye