Arrows of Love

Was caught by her trap
My heart melts
Under her bow
As the arrow hit straight
Woven into the
corner of my heart

I struggle to
hold my breath
In the hours remaining
Of my existence
With my heart gasping
For red hot survival

Her weapon is dreadful
And I’m soaked in the
Chains of love
Dragging my feet
As a prisoner
Lost in a freeman’s battle

I promise myself
To write about God alone
Since God is Love himself
I’m not missing a shot

With my bleeding heart
I head her way
In the cross battle
To know more
Of her deadly ways

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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