Romancism ' WHAT A VULTURE ! '

In the land of desert love,
I eyed reality.
Who's deceiving who?
A little fair soul in the house of knowledge
failed the test of love.

Who is this vulture?
She is the love engine I trusted.
Now eating the flesh of my heart to marrow.
Love blindfolded my heart unable to scan her heart.
I read the pages of our dawn,
the wordings weakened my love.

What should I term her existence in my life?
Favour and blessing?
Nay! Cataclysm.
The originality of her love is fake,
that broke my love's wings.
I took her my oxygen.
She claimed oxide.

I always stood at bay,
learning of our love.
This is the language of our love.
Dark affair not my portion,
but she rewarded me as salary.
Should I cease loving vulture
or educate vulture.

AST ENIOLA (TALKING PEN).
08100333774.
04/04/2019.

The poet personae of this piece laments how his lover hurts him an asks his readers if he should cease his love for her or teach her to love him.