Diagnosed Poem by Solomon Kobela

Love you are called
For your warm touch
For that hand that just knows when to reach out
That chest we so often use
That sunshine in cloudy days
Love you are
Or so they say

You are infectious to the unwilling
An addiction to those keen
A weakness to the valiant
A fragile yet inspiring gift to the broken heart
A promise to a good tomorrow
A reason to breath
Love you are dubbed,
Or so they say

Men kneel before you
Your mercy they plead
Your blessing they seek
Your truth to keep
Your warm nature to remind them
Love you are,
So I say

I melted before her
Unable to look her in the eyes
Blushing…
She looked cute,
Intimidating cute
I just couldn’t help but notice
I have been smitten
It’s that obvious
I have the bug
I’ve been infected.
I am diagnosed
Love