Written by: Stephen Aniobi

Love chills jealously,
Staring at red roses,
In the wake of a bright full moon.
It’s like Babylonian apple fruit,
Love is a battle never won by the mighty,
Steady but slacking,
Readily proned for suiciders.
Love is of pure madness,
Make fool of us 
Driving lots to grave.
Love is an unexplainable feeling,
Of which titanic felt,
And left Verona crying.
Love is for the kind hearted,
Made special to St. Valentine,
Love is for a day like this, 
Love is for everyday,
Love is for every head.
Love is lover, love.