For love we will

and this is where it all began to die
love is meant to be shared by two equals
till the things you desire began to buy
more than we could chew or pray to angels.

touch my mind and I’ll touch you everywhere
take you to levels above the heaven
there’s no need to force the nose to take air
gradually we should become a seven.

if I could, I would give to you my time
but there’s no peace if the piece is steel made
this should not be cymbal sounds but of chime
don’t be in love and ever be afraid.

take all that I own and leave me alone
this verb has become strong like a bone.

Victor Oyedele