Love Is
Love is when Mama carried me
Her pains when I was coming
The beauty she saw in my eyes
Such that joy spiced her cries.
Love is when love begins in my heart
The grown passion in my chest part
The eyes that can behold
Feeling that makes you happy and cold.
Love is when I give you my food
With a heart of love and thought of good
When I could hunger for your fill
A peace that keeps my crises still.
Love is when I know God
And I take Him my Lord
Love in Himself
On such that I cling myself.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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