• A moment they see through
• And at another,
• It is opaque.
• Two-timing,

• Love is depraved
• Frozen,
• The hearts drummed hard as though it were a time-bomb.
• Caught red-handed in action,

• Immediately the arouse dampened.
• Tears cover the white shining eyeballs
• And ready to roll.
• Crystal clear,

• It formed a transparent ball flakes
• That with the fear of loosing someone dear,
• The eyelashes blinked
• Making the tears to flush

• Along the channels beside the nose.
• Obeying gravity,
• The droplets landed in the hot black tea,
• It rocked the cup

• and gently faded away.
• Unfaithfulness …
• The sound of a broken heart,
• Under the pain of death

• Fame by the flame;
• It measure its height with the elms.
• Shame of the same,
• It either salaams or lure the elms to be gone with the wind.

• So much to give, a shame to see two folks argue and cry
• Making the word ‘you use to’
• Be frequent.
• A shame to say it’s over;

• And babyish to cry a river
• The love that was thought to be true
• Got speared and broken.
• No more laughter sounding like the sliding glasses

• Nor as though it were from a laughing jackals’,
• No more weaknesses,
• No more sacrifices,
• And no more care

• Changing …
• The storyline is tragic
• Nothing is permanent
• Loosen love,

• treacherous affair.
• Still,
• The pleasant fragrances of Perfumes
• Is etched in the mind.

By Onyeche Vincent onyeka

© 2009