Love is the purest of things,
And awesome is the joy it brings,
It does not count deeds done,
Not a single one, none.
You see, true love is selfless,
It gives sacrificially, endlessly,
But we folks are endlessly selfish,
Always giving to ourselves, times countless.
Love is not defined by circumstantial acts,
Neither covered in racial garments,
Nor is it a mindset that’s stereotypic,
Love is true and authentic.
Love is making them smile,
It is wiping their tears while
Giving them assurance and hope,
Love is being present and helping them cope.
Love is an oxymoron
It is bittersweet,
It is a phenomenon;
It’s awfully great.
Read – (Im)Perfect – A Poem by Glory Mboh, Cameroon
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