Love

Love? 
If you find it, keep it.
If you lose it, move on.

It's the sweetest poison, it kills slowly. 
And the surest medicine, it heals slowly.

I am not lucky with love, it's too fragile.
Guess I don't handle it with care.

I love the sight of it, but hate to groom it.
I admire it from afar but hate to try it.

If I find love, I'll keep it.
If I lose it, I'll move on.

Written by: Elijah Enenche Peter.
©The Night Owl Poetry (2022).

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