Love (The Moving Spirit) Poem by Muyark Olamilekan Hlestakolve

Love, the unmoving being of a moving spirit
A passion that could not be traced
A pain that could be adhere with
Love is like morning dew
It kill gently like a deadly disease


Hell Ow Fee Hee
Four letters word of a great meaning
Love is great, love is passion, love is everything good in life
He who is count out of love, is not a man
Cause he/she hasn't completed is life cycle
So my friends, it is good to be in love
For it give chance to share things with others


A lover is a drunkard
For it moved in the body like a state of being intoxicated
Accept it, play with it, adhere with it, come through it
And you will never regret be in it
So, love could be traced as ones life
Try to overcome it