True Love Poem by Lambon Salifu Muhammeed

True Love



With that kiss of Judas she gave me,
I knew I was abandoned to be mocked by loneliness.
She sold me pricelessly to hell and went in quest of new love.

When she toured north, in her presence she had none but me.
When she went east, in her presence she had none but me.
When she visited south, by her side she had none but me
And when she toured west, none she felt in her presence but me.
I went everywhere she was, for true love couldn't let me watch her go forever.

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True love has no past tense
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