I THOUGHT I FOUND LOVE

This poem is written at the instance of all women out there
who are victims of Lost Love, Disappointment, Domestic Abuse and Domestic Violence.

I thought I found love
among many suitors
who thronged my father's house
asking for my hands
in marriage.

I thought I found love
in a man whose eyes
when meeting mine
sent sparkling rays
down my spine.

I thought I found love
in a man whose gentleness
and kind demeanour
quenched my proud and
arrogant spirit.

I thought I found love
in a self made man
whose family's surname
did not ring a bell
among his peers or contemporaries.

I thought I found love
in a man who bit my ears
with sweet words
that lifted my tiny
body frame off the ground.

I thought I found love
in a man who promised
to love me for what I was
not what I should had been, but
what I will become in the future.

I thought I found love
in a man who taught me
the intricacies of love, when I
knew nothing about love and made me the
woman that I am today.

I thought I found love
in a man that promised
to love me forever not to set his eyes
on young maidens
even when my breast looses it firmness.

I thought I found love
in a man who promised to drink water
only from his own cistern and to be
captivated by my love only and never to
embrace the bossom of an immoral woman.

I thought I found love
in a man who vowed never
to be lured by the smooth tongue
of an immoral woman and not to be
betrayed by her lustful eyes.

But behold my thoughts
have become a day dream
my self made love
has made me a subject of ridicule
among his numerous whores.

But behold my thoughts
have become a day dream
for the eyes that once sent sparkling rays
down my spine now send goose pimples
and sends adrenaline to my brain.

But behold my thoughts
have become a day dream
for my Mr. Charming who
was once my source of joy
has now become my source of bitterness.

But behold my thoughts
have become a day dream
for my once gentle love has
become the same person that finds happiness
in the bossom of immoral girls.

But behold my thoughts
have become a day dream
for my once kind hearted love that could not
raise up his fist on me has become a tyrant
and made me a punching bag and a trainer's field.

Oh! I wish it were all a dream
Oh! I wish someone would tell
me it is all a dream, please who
will wake me up from this slumber
and please help bring back my FIRST LOVE?

Written by Uduak Solomon.

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