BY GLORIA O’KOYE
In faith,
Would the love that gets publicly
Professed be like
Clanging cymbals when things don’t
Go exactly as they were prayed.
Where every detailed fine print of wants
Instead of needs are not fulfilled,
Will the tongue curse more than counting
All the unspoken grace.
Would the thank you shape shift
Into why me and hate you.
Would I love you transition into I wish
I never believed in you.
Was the spiritual connection
A one way relationship scandal.
In love
If all the materialistic things disappear
Or prenup
Would it survive till death due us part?
Would the physical qualities dim down
Like day and night
Be the reason to set sail to foreign lands
To conquer, forgetting what home was
About.
In parenthood,
Would the love be tainted if the bloodlines
Was not solely yours?
Would it be unconditional if challenges
Arise?
Would gentle or traditional ways help
Resolve conflicts as first words turn
To power struggles as the babies
Grow, would the love not be tested
By time?
Would love be the solution
Like how romanticize society made it to be
Like it answers all.
Is Love without action and only fairytale
Filled words truly mean love?
