Treasure Island

Jacob Okhuelegbe Ukokobili

(31/05/1985 / Nigeria)

Tales of Love


Am left in a world of choices
my heart shall not lead
for sorrow and grief will be the
rhythm of my weak soul in
this tales of love if i allow.

I shall lead my heart
for the love i seeketh
knowns no bound but in ink
on paper speaketh my mind
In lines, phrases, sentence,
chapters i shall begin
in books i shall end.

I shall show you love unending,
purest of love i shall profess
with unpretentious consent.
In the highest heavens i shall adore you
with unblemished love and devotion
for the love i seeketh shall be
written in this tales of love.


Copyright © 2013 The Black Poet.

Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
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