My Love Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

In the cistern of an eye below the nostril of unfulfilling mission,
That my heart pants for all season.
The hassle of love of unglorify thought to celebrate its Pentateuch.
Then my eyes behold you.
You, I mean you with an open gate of tooth
That makes war to set on in the heart of those that see it.
May I think of a wonder has it created in my artery?
No, that may fly out like a wind but love makes a difference of it.
This I have made a request from you the one I have in wealth.
I could not have waited a long time hope, yet will I lay to be your man.
Give me the chance to hold you in my harms till that golden tooth go out from you.