RHYME Poem: Love’s Idiosyncrasies, by Jah-Femi Telewa

What do I know about love?
I’m a middle-aged man who has only fallen in love once—okay, I lie, maybe twice.

The first girl was as cold as ice;
She thought her kisses should suffice.
The second was more involving,
But her temperament was like a door constantly revolving.

Non-stop arguments, moody spells—
I should have known from her initial displays she would drag me through hell.
But I was enticed by her beautiful curves,
The thought of which I still preserve.

I was pleased for a while;
She had class, sophistication, and style.
But I couldn’t trust her, so I constantly put her on trial—
Constantly bugging her about who, what, where, and why…
Until, for absolutely no reason, she would cry.

My suspicions ran deep,
So I stalked her like a creep.
But no revelations were made;
In time, I got comfortable,

And my jealousy—or shall I say paranoia—faded.
That’s when we went for a random sex test.
I passed. She failed. So I was vexed.
Was it me who drove her to this,

Or was she just the wrong one to have kissed?
In all, I know this about love’s crazy state:
You’ll fail if you ignore love’s fate.
It’s an open gate,

Which you have a key to—but so does everybody else.
You don’t own it,
And at any moment, it could split,
Literally leave you looking to greener fields.

You feel like a warrior,
Armored with the love you wield,
As you laugh at previous encounters—
The love you killed.

But one day, it’ll come around to your turn.
You’ll be in pain, but you’ll just have to let it burn.
It’s part of life, I guess—
That when you pinch at hearts,
Yours gets pricked in return.