Don't love me for a Reason
Don't love me for a reason; just do
Can we forget about high cheek bones
And beautiful white smiles?
Can it not be about the shapes that join to form me?
Or the titles that precede my name?
Wield not love as a currency
See it not as a medium of exchange
Would you leave and call me mad...
If I donated the numbers in my bank account?
Or if I returned the Ferrari with a smile
and gave the estate up to the homeless?
Would you still walk this road with me?
Copyright © Benjamin Joshua Obeng | Year Posted 2016