love ain't paradoxical throbbing
of thick and upright hyperbole
in and out the succulent walls of irony
that ends after the climax of metonymy.
love ain't figures of speech that toss
our imagination into an ambience
of excitement, asking rhetorical questions
accompanied by an elegant tapestry of quotations.
love is our infinite light
to explore the rocky terrain of night;
but lust grasp our thigh, restricting our movement like moonless night
love persist, leading us to the pinnacle of light
the realm where we spread our wings and fly
until the end of time
and the beginning of a new life
©Paul Alowo
©paul_love
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