'TO MRS. FREEDOM' by Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom

This is an epistle not a poem

Inscribed on the rock of my heart

Beyond the derailment of deceit

Upon the template of truth...

This is a tale not a poem

Etched on the genuineness of Genesis

Elusive to the technicality of figures...

The content true, unadulterated.

This love, is not lost in lust

Not charmed by infatuation...

This heart beats for you

None can dance to its tune, but you...

This text is a delicacy of emotions,

To be devoured by your hungry soul;

Feast your eyes upon these words

And let go no nimble crumbs...

This letter is not lettered,

Too confused and distorted

No body to bear its purpose.

Of what essence is this nonsense?

This text shall read to you,

Like an articulate stutterer.

Look beyond these flaws...

Your aura overwhelms.

This epistle emulates our love

It has no end, no bends...

This heart bleeds for your quill

Ink your 'Yes' on its pages...

Kolade Olanrewaju Freedomis an author of three books and a first year student at the