Is it the glint in a mother’s eyes when she playfully winks?
As the suckling on her breasts of nourishment quietly drinks?
Or her anxious supplications to God
At moments she fears for the worst.
Because her innocent child it seems may be lost
To the wicked embrace of an unwelcomed infirmity?
Tell me about love
Could it be the reason a bird would fly for many miles?
And fear not the hunter’s wicked smiles?
When all it sought is a wriggling worm
A morning treats to feed and keep its nestling warm?
Perhaps it is for love a mother hen.
Would dare the swooping hawk and risk a deadly claw?
Can it like new coins be counted
While doubtfully on a naked podium the agnostic is mounted?
Some say it gives profound pleasure.
In spite of the world’s ever-increasing pressure?
Could we then say love is strong?
Because it can never go wrong?
Is it as white as the sinless dove?
Which traverses the horizon of my dream?
Should I continue to wait
And hope it will never be too late.
For the creator to send me my love
On the wings of a sinless dove?
By Sunny Jack Obande
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