A Lover-Boy Agony Poem by ali chukwuemeka

What shall a lad do
If he hath so much love in him
But he is perturbed on whom
These rear commodity is to
Be lavished upon.
Though he sometimes wishes to
But where comet this force from
That pulls between him and the feeling a chasm
And makes it's presence incognito.
Take these to be no fun.

What doth a man
If the one he loves
And truly adores
Cutesy of distance makes her to him uncertain
Like him whom his destination know't him not.
If distance were human
Evil would have been my intentions
Which I'll do with no conscience contentions.
If any fool questions my action
The evidence of the monsters deed I shall table

What doth a man
undoubtably in love with a lass
But unwilling to express what he feels
Towards these fair maiden
Whom he never dreams of letting go.
Is he a coward captain
Whom at the sight of stopable storm flees
If love is a commodity for sales
Won't you have casted upon him disdain
For not purchasing but permits his feelings inferno

Take these issue to be no fun
Or banters thrown by comedians
To their fun seeking audience.
Tis as serious as a mad man
Tis an emergency which require divine touches
In no less quantity but abundance