The day is bright
But blurry
When the one you love
Seems too shy to love you back.
Is that even love
When your leaves wither
Without a word,
Without a notice
From that one person you love?
Have you ever wondered
If that one person you love
Loves you back
Not just your egusi soup oo,
But the love that comes from within?
The kind that never dies
Even when her leaves grow pale and weak.
The kind that stands proud
Of choosing right.
The day is bright,
Blurry because she was right.
He never loved her.
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