In The Arms Of Another Man Poem by Nana Sampson

my heart is in the throes of love.
I never thought it will reach this far.
The one who could make me happy is the one actually making me sad
Loves comes in through the door and goes out through the window.
Just like fire, i never knew that love could be a bad master.
She is now with another man and my mind cannot stop reminiscing about us.
Like how the butterfly flutters around radiant flower so to savour its aura,
my heart still flutters within with thought of good time spent together,
the love we patronized and wishes we made
In the arms of another man she finds luxury.
There she enjoys a revamp of love.love is wicked