Morolape You are The Beginning and End of me
To love you is to love life, to hate you is to be estranged You are the very definition of the bitter-sweet jingle, uneasy to dance but unable to ignore every step that flows through you.
Morolape you are the very beginning and end of me, my mother warned me of you. She warned me of your subtle misdemeanor; she warned me that one day I would look back and realize I am entangled.
You lured me with your sweet embrace
I am not one to complain so I wouldn’t; after all, I patiently marked my path to where we are.
Sometimes I wonder how it all began
What was I in search of?
Is it the pursuit of happiness or the zeal to become someone?
How did I get myself entangled with the likes of you Morolape?
My father once told me no soldier in his right sense entangles himself with civilian matters but Lape your civilian cruise is about to ruin my ship and my camo has become rags.
I found wisdom in you once and again I can revisit a better version of that wisdom Lape if only you will reveal that side of you again to me. This time I promise to let our love grow only by our own rules, to only visit my mother’s advice not make her the lord of our home.
Lape the inner child in me longs once more for your sweet embrace. Please do not throw the stone in your hand to the market, who knows who might get hit.
I have learned my lesson the hard way; everybody can give advice only we both know where the shoe hurts. Lape let me love you again.
