JOY OSUMAH
@joyosumah347144
11 months ago

LOVE NEVER GROWS OLD

We were only 16
Had a dream of
Having a house
Millions
And leaving

And then we turned 17

Lovers of sunset
Kissing at dawn
Touches so warm
Eluded intensely
To our heart beats

We 18
Having a house
There's no key
Having a mat
Not weaved
A cat
No screech
Recognized as teens
Not real
This won't last
Just dreams

Sweet 19
The forest grows
Our fortress an abode
Only known
Sheltered untold by our lips
Drawn in a diary of sketches

20 stares at us blankly
A blanket full of memories
Sweats once drawn from blood
Into warmth of embrace
Deep rooted from eyes of doubt

30 shadows cast at the nick of the clock
It cocks
It coughs
The cries of wanes
The dance of Danes
All around is a chaos of plays
A remote without buttons
Once loosed from one's curtains

35 this is done
A dare devil deed
No mouth to feed

40 old compassionate sun
Stare blank into my mud
Wrinkled in face
Hung from the rug
A portrait stood in between us

50 frickled hands weaves
Stitching cords of line past
Pages filled with inks of memories
Pleasantly wears a smile
From 16 of a dream
To 50 a reality
Filled in the mirror of eyes.

#PoetryLove