LOVE ; A CRIME?

*LOVE;A CRIME?*

Someone touched me;
hope is a touch of love?
I know it is.

Are you the agama reptile that flashes its horror eyes every sole night affront?
And run to and fro the squaral wall of  philia mettle
that turns my soul in hump wonder?

I hate myself to love austere angel
That pays back no delight occasion.
For I fear screwing two rodents and last with none.
I die and live again in the Paraguay of immortal eff.

Is love a crime?
The way my soul hails it, it sounds.
Like an unloved leopard I smelt amidst my genuine lovers
All for unrequited roll in hay.
I have my ways to go
and more mystery to say
But your rose has dough all fire bound.

Is love a crime ?
But why has yours wired me Egyptians thraldom lane;
making unelected souls to sardonic my wool fondness.
If love a crime
Then, already I am a criminal.
Not criminal of heinous title but felonious of paradise affection!

Is love a crime?
Then, already a criminal I am shackled.
Here stay my hands;hold it firm bound
If I die, I still live for love quell abide.
Where will this ocean leads drawn
and wipe away the fortunate misfortune of unreturned Eros?
My legs are pine tiled and my heart  soaked diddle.
Tell me, is love an unsound crime?
I am an African!

*Owolabi Jeremiah Juwon*