WE WILL CALL IT LOVE STILL
The heart will beat
to a rhythm blood can’t read
skipping sacred moments
bearing scars of battles past.
If love comes for blood
every kindness hides a snare
the gentle touch a leech
that takes far more than it gives.
Still, we will call it love
for it laughs at our laughter
weaves hope through our silence
clings to compliments like a starving child.
If love comes for blood
its mask is flawless and warm
for it dwells in our feelings
yet the heart remains blameless.
Copyright © Hakim Fuhad Mansaray | Year Posted 2025
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