THE GIANT PEN ANTHOLOGY 181
IS THIS LOVE?
Pink red turned dark red_
In the quest of flesh, a lord.
Hands created rhythmical sounds_
Provoking mouths to Moan.
The price of pride is penny_
For magic rods cut its ties with dignity.
Is this love?
Is this really love.
I climbed hills to prove my love,
I swimmed oceans to feel her cold.
I eat the copious food to fill her ravenous appetite.
I rent the forest, to cart away her fears
To kill the widest animal for her,
I step on thorns piercing through my beautiful thongs,
I said I did die for her
If Jesus can die for the world.
PACIOLO PEN SAINT
I sold my half knitted mat
Where I lay myself to satisfy you,
I disregarded myself
in the face of others to please you,
I walked into the den of lion
To bring his teeth of destruction,
Yet all is proved to be nothing.
Is this love?
You tend to show you care,
To get what you want from me.
You filled my ears with confected lies,
Making me go through sleepless nights
You tutored my heart,
Steal my joy,
And made me feel guilty of crime I didn’t commit.
Is this love ?
You need to undress me
Layer by layer, only then
You might be able to see
My pure naked soul
Give me silver, gold,
Gallants majestic night
I should have flee but
Ask is this love?
I heard your voice calling from afar.
But as I draw nigh,
I felt my heart beat, unease.
Because the blushing on your face captured my soul.
Each time I close my eyes in a cold dark place,
I see you looking at me with same blush hanging over your face.
This time I chose to cower in this state of solitude
and wonder if this is love?
Mumbling his emotions were now dead,
those utterances that could sprout up a seed.
He sat often like a timid dead man
Staring lifelessly at the illusion of strife.
How he did kiss mindless of his breath
were now a tale to tell the mediators.
Her stature now stank
after the news of her beauty became stale.
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