Its a romantic poem that emphasizes in the sacrifices that have been made in regards to love, those appreciated and those rebutted.
Three years back,Ours was a flame kindledwith the mythic firewoods of doubtsburning low to be vulnerableto the shades of shallow darkness,Was a flame lit by the wanderlust emotionsof a lone warrior craving to caress the scarred cold face of warveiled down by the vine stretches of peacefrom the outskirt of a silent shy worldTwo years back,Ours was a story of torn pageswhich held the jewel of undaunted memoriesenclosed in the layers of a jealous time,Of memories when our names were reincarnated into food epithetto twist our lungs and widen our smiles,Of memories when subjects haunted our dreams in form of a fierce ghostly teacher,Of memories written by a pen with a same mindwhich the hand naively discardedA year back,Ours{mine} was a torn drum beaten by a handhoping to sound to the lyrics dancing in your mind,Ours{mine} was the love canto encased in rosesgifted to a maiden who lives by the tongues of many men,Ours{mine} was a flawed song composed by a heartto a heart whose ears admired perfect bliss,Present year,Ours is a game of chessset ceremoniously at the endof two masters clinging to clumsy pastraided by aristocratic kings and queensmentored through the brimstone eyes of bishopsover stagnant pawns sacrificed to the starved godsof a barbaric lands, who milk hope of intimacyto a land savaged by the icy touches of solitudePresent day,Ours is a broken glass shattered for a part~my part to be set free.Written by: Adedeji Raphael
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