I Still Love My Love

Don't ask, who splashed my daughter with dungy water? Don't ask, how do you feel? She isn't worth my cuddle; awful, she stinks, a hog wallow— her beauty all gone. Swarms of flies find her a spot—a perch for a trillion legs. Vultures hover, crane to swoop on her, on my beauty. I'd warned her on the danger— the hazard of roaming from home; and the dues. I did! But she failed to ponder the whoop and croon, and fell for the lie of one, who, pretty sly, cares for nothing but corrupt my cause. She's been my daughter! She's yet my beauty, in spite of the muddy water. I always see me in her; time freezes with her, her eyes, a spell. So, I, shall clean the smudge. My diamond shall wink again and sparkle, day or night. My rose shall glow, undimmed by the filthy splash. I see through the smudge; the me in her speaks elegantly: my true essence. I won't mind the pain, the sweat, the blood to win back my love. I shall redeem her, take her out, and give her a clean up. I shall recover my joy! I, shall retrieve my lost! © 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi