Poem: Love Garden

Did I once say that love was a frivolous thing;
An opium for the weak – their haven, an unreasonable ideal?
Yet now I want to eat, plant and grow fruit in it’s garden
- Than everything else, to niche myself in this fantastical idyll.

I had wondered how people, feverishly,
Made a garden out of overrated love,
When all I saw was a jungle -
Monkey jumping monkey; dog eating dog;
One primeval circus
Where marriage was of all, the oddest show.
I thought to play bad monkey, I thought to play fat dog;
But now, I must have caught the sickness too
Or something;
Because, like all of a sudden,
I see different.
I want different -
I want to eat, plant and grow fruit in my own garden.
And than everything else, to have a partner
With whom to be niched in this fantastical idyll.

Like an accident of faith that changed my life,
You are the angel that crossed my path;
Adherent, devout and contagious -
You make the garden feel so real and enchanted.
Till I can smell the flowers in your breath,
Bathe in the sunshine of your face
And pluck sweet fruits from your lips.
O! I want to follow and to love, to be your partner for life
Let us both be niched in this fantastical idyll!

©2011, Poetry by Tee Akindele