THE LOUD CALL
In my heart, l hear a call
which insists on me to trail
certain passion deep and strong
flowing sweetly in my veins.

That emotion started when
I was young, in my late teen.
Then l thought it was for girls
and their eyes with their blond curls.

Time then folded years but still
ancient sounds inside me squeal
for a kind of love so strange
which no change can it derange.

God's the Start and Love itself,
Who created man and life.
None can satiate what l crave
for except the Source of Love.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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