Jove of Love Ii

In respect to the grand love birds, I greet Watching them thro' whilst they glide place to place; If time herself is meek for us to meet The f'llowing words will I say face to face: 'How long shall you soar high on cupid wings Is it thro' the old grey time of dear death? In sickness, and pain and all the saddest things, How boldly shall you love till your last breath?'. 'Love is that tougher bed we try to make (Full of surprises as the wise men say) Half of the world will love, half may forsake; (To the love birds tarry and go your way)'. Bye and bye, these words are forgott'n as well Aye and aye, these words I shall never tell. BY: OSUJI CHIBUEZE (PEN NAME: CHIBZ OBSERVER)