Teaching From The Brethren Poem by Adeosun Olamide

That drew near- knew not
Wheres source love ours
I bothered naught

If shall- in blossom be wither, asked
If will- in hale or sick, asked
I nod
And bothered only her company

Beneath gaze God -sealed
In better and worse
Into shackles law
I nod and let too-
Bothering only her company

That drew near- knew not
Whence this love
I bothered not

Where there is no door reached
To dwell a long bride mine
But hold- I am deceived
My bride hath no breast
She her marred face masked
And doth her wrinkles –velvet
Ah! With paint – deceived!
She put her height with heels
And her baldness with wig

That drew near- knew now
Where love source from
And as real be unveiled
Love mine vanished

O brethren beloved
Check her womb even
Before troth