Poetry: Love Mine
Food for the body or the body for food
But love is the soul’s good
And joy is in its fill.
One blessed with love knows best the thrill
Of loving others: helping them to feel.
Love a man and you would help him love another
This is love’s geometric magic love’s thrill
Love for the world and the world for love
Yeah! I’ve known a deep secret:
If love ever ceased in the world around me
Yet could I regenerate it from my little hut
By giving in love to others who hadn’t known
They could also love.
Thus by little multiplied means
I could enrich an impoverished world
By the fruit of my humble mine
And my self would be richer than if I lived all for myself
In a palace built in a treasure dump as high as a hill.
Such is love’s geometric magic- love’s thrill.
© 2003, Tee Akindele
