True Love Poem by Kojo Owusu

No love is born out of hatred
Genuine love should be love from genesis
To the depths of apocalypse
Even in the most unpleasant situations
Rising tenderness and fondness
Suddenly interspersed with mistrust
Petty squabbles, despair and uncertainty
That is where love must display its firmness
And immutable propensity

Love is not love that yields to the rising tides of troubles
And pride into the material opulence of the evanescent earth
But is confident of rising from the depth of doom
From oblivion to the shimmering pearls in the sky
From paltry nothingness to something enduring – fulfilling
From the nadir of degradation to the peak of success

Let not my love be misconstrued – it is labour of love
Do not brand me hater of beautiful things
My fervent love for you has made me desperate
I will placate your anger on the altar of love

If lost and cannot love in the world of love
Can I survive in the land of burning hatred?