My Acrostic

Written by: Ifeoma Ofuani

Christopher, a name i know so well
He, the person, claimed i knew him well
Really it was nothing more than a girly fantasy
Intentionally being stubborn, masking our affection
So in love was i, one could call it an ecstasy
True friends were we, love was an infection
Opposition came, we stood strong
Prosperity followed, but not once did we stand down
He knew me well, knew how to make me smile or frown
Experience is the best to teach man the meaning of love
Reality remains, it is best to lose a love than never to have one to lose.