LOVEHEADS
Why is she so sleepless?
Smiling with her eyes closed
In the dead of the night
Someone is drunk from the
Hardwine of love. And dares
The silent fangs of darkness

On the other side, it’s worse
He has been rooted at a spot
But she runs a marathon in
His head. Words are ocean
On the lips of a lovehead.
Love is his sane madness

Love is the drum he beats.
Love is the song she sings.
Everyone knows her routine
Her hourly calls to her boo.
When he comes back home
He’s in her bosom via Skype.

This thing called love is real
And it knows no boundary.
Calm in London like Thames
She sparks him up like flames.
Naija in flesh, her spirit abroad
He’s the one scattering her dada

Lovers walk on stilts of promises
They defy the bearing of the wind
Time will tell the tail(tale) of lovers
Will it breakdown halfway? Will it
Come white to the alter? Or be
Anchored on the shore of enternity………………………………………………………