For love we will

let our upper and lower lips be one
as our noses gently brush each other
your beautiful eyes- a friend to the sun
let us trip, fall into one another

forever, I won’t be rough, I’ll be kind
sip from this glass that I’ve filled with feelings
to our flaws, let’s wear a mask, remain blind
may not cure-all, but it will bring healings

we would first be thorns before being a rose
and there’ll be days the moon will shine at dawn
But we’d remember from where our source flows
relive our touches and all sorrows- gone

let’s make love for as long as we intend
grief – the last phase of love; there’ll be an end

Tomide Abdul