THE ROAD OF LOVE

 To some

love is like

a bed time story,

a fairy tale,

an imagination

or even a dream.

They only  hear about it

but they never get to be part of it.

They never taste its sweetness.

never savor in its beauty.

Therefore,

they do not know

what love feels like.

To those who are heartbroken,

those who have become adversaries

to the ones they once loved

and those who were dumped,

love is like

a taboo,

a curse,

a filthy word they never want to hear

or a disease they never want to catch.

They call it

a word for "liars and scammers".

They detest it,

They hunt it down

to bring it to an end.

For they think

"love is not there"

yet the problem is only one,

they just do not know

what real love is.

Love is the commonest song

but only few mouths in a million

can sing it perfectly.

It is that gold:

coveted by many millions

yet owned by a few hundreds.

And only one in the hundreds

owns the real gold.

The rest own replicas.

Love is that sweet fruit

best when ripe

yet many eat it raw.

It is that medicine -

overdose or under dose

can cause aggravation.

Love is that scientific equation

which needs to be balanced.

That is how strange 

love is.

Love is like

an enchantment,

an appointment,

a testament,

a commitment

and an endorsement

that two

shall live in agreement.

Love is a good thing.

A beautiful road indeed.

It is a solo path

which engages multitudes.

And those who trod on this road

virtuously

and faithfully

find true friends, comforters, soothers and lovers.

So,

whoever is on this road

doing the right stuff

with the right person

in the exact time

is really on the right path.

BY JOSHUA PATRICK MAGEZI