Sonnet 13: Speak Softly Of Love Poem by Folayemi Akande

I write myself a secret song
Hoping that you will sing along
This lovely piece adorne' by throng
That portars time have held so long.
A folk song adorning its lore
Through ages time I fought with mirth
The battle of love's birth and death
So we may fuse its earthly core.
The eyes of love will soon but leer
For death will come to hush us 'mong
And lovely things death will surel' snare
Except in time we sing folksong
Speak softly of love's wooing stance.
That my missive, your ears might dance