Ibrahim Y. Aliyu
LOVE IN A BOTTLE
Like bubbles,
Shaken in a bottle;
Moulded like pebbles,
Or some gas in a kettle,
Released in rubbles
To double your trouble,
Love is a journey
In constant motion;
A search for honey
In haphazard directions,
And a loss of money
In multiple dimensions.
Love is a disease
Defying medications,
Like a heart at ease
With the drugs addictions,
And the mind at peace
With all forms of illusions.
Love is an art;
A real life drama,
Involving two hearts
In constant trauma,
Playing their parts
Till the sight is in a comma.
Love is a science
Of pain and pleasure;
Like empirical entities
Of multiple pressure,
Or numerical realities
That the eyes can't measure.
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