Be it far that I be enthralled to you 

Your love will I interchange for leaven 

As chicks despise the hunting raven 

Will I hate words that from your heart ensue 

The things I love about you are no more 

Gone with the spell cast on the eye of love 

We shall hence depart and tread separate paths 

And leave no trace of goodbyes in the air. 

You’re the very drought that smothered young plants 

That strived to find succour in Savannah 

Yes. That sluiced out life from our tender warmth 

Your love is a bait. I’ve declared a fast. 

Love as a wave exudes from collision,

Makes ripples but hushes to extinction. 

 Samuel  Olowolayemo