They used to hold hands back in baby-lovers start
But the sacrament has been forgotten
Like kids, boxing and throwing slaps
Is their guest attitude
Why living a fool’s life?
Is it the early baby-love or revolting destiny?
What a question they search for an answer
If it is so bad, why do lie to friends
Who ask and feel concerned over the bruises?
Why not refuse to let it go
Put in mind the good music sang during the rainy days
And the fast footing steps danced
Wolfish-grin centered, Love-Babies always say goodbye.
written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka