My Love Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

My love is the soft green grass
You oft trim and water
And just love to gaze at without noticing
When your world’s in turmoil,
It is the wet grass
Whose feel on your feet you like
And are yet mindless of the pain
Inflicted by your energetic steps
A cause of its death,
It is the sweet smell
Of the blossoming flowers
That you take no note of,
It is the warm bed
That you retire to at the end of a long day
But rarely appreciate,
It is the shack that keeps
You warm in the midst in winter
And keeps away the prying eyes, monsters and marauders,
My love is the star
Keeping you company
On the dark lonely nights
And shows you the way
As you go about your way,
It is the smile
That brightens your day
When the whole world is on your neck,
It is the free breath
But hardly notice
Yet can’t live without,
My love is that strange feeling you get
Every time you hear my name
Or see my face.