From Cradle To Grave -By Ridwan Olayiwola

Upon recognizing the size of my wears
I put thee on to allay my fears
About finding immortal love from an eternal companion
To be formidable force for a battalion

The bind that ties the knot is heavenly
Birthed is it not invented
Develops with nature evenly
From infant and knitted

The souls connect like magnet
Sealed with supernatural glues
Akin to the covenant between Romeo and Juliet
Translated to game of dues

Thy fate has become my faith
Outright that when you faint, my heart dies
And visits you upon journeying zillion miles
For in your love alone I have faith

Your departure is never sweet-sorrow
Your absence is doom and gloom
It makes my existence narrow
Tough, rough, while I stay in solitude in the room

Driven by deep emotion
I couldn’t resist the feelings
But to visit your sudden and permanent mansion
In fulfilment of the promised dealings

At the sepulchre appears my figure
The grave dug, again, I meet the treasure
With her looks stunning like infant deer
Uncontrollably moved, my body is laid on her

The love is enlivened with passion
I feel haunted to forsake my love
Lost in the darkness of tribulation
For the covenantal love is from cradle to grave.