ROMANTICISM: 'THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS' BY AJAKAYE STRIDA.

ODE- 'THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANT'

The bed is becoming so harsh and you are not here,

I am good as dead till you call me,

save your Discipline, I am not a modest lover,

you might be right, I don't care,

but I love you than you do to me,

many reasons to leave you

but the heart wants what it wants,

I promise never to leak my stories to poetry,

but I am so fussy a poet.

Baby, it is like a civilized fairy tale,

so scared of this love story,

maybe bad or good,

I am sure missing you scatters me as screaming stars,

I can't escape from this love,

such a prison that I await your touch 

every moment I breathe,

this love is a feverish one.

The bed is becoming so harsh and you are not here,

I am good as dead till you call me,

save your Discipline, I am not a modest lover,

you might be right, I don't care,

but I love you than you do to me,

many reasons to leave you

but the heart wants what it wants,

I promise never to leak my stories to poetry,

but I am so fussy a poet.

Trust me, I can love you forever,

I can nag forever,

I can watch your eyes forever,

I can't sneak into your chat, such is needless,

I can spend thousand years starring at your eyes

but I can spill a gallon of inks

as I lament your attitude to poetry.

The bed is becoming so harsh and you are not here,

I am good as dead till you call me,

save your Discipline, I am not a modest lover,

you might be right, I don't care,

but I love you than you do to me,

many reasons to leave you

but the heart wants what it wants,

I promise never to leak my stories to poetry,

but I am so fussy a poet.

RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO AJAKAYE

STRIDA- Striking Ideas.

The poet personae confesses how much she loves a man even as he gives her a little part of him. She has no other person to tell than Poetry.