I once thought of those I glanced towards as gods, their love was always so pure and mine always seemed odd,
Year in, year out they would stay within an embrace and persist not without the other; pea pod,
But over time I came to realise that our eyes glorify matters we can’t synthesise precisely,
And we exalt those who we think are free of fault;
but the truth is we all struggle and fumble, it should never be unsightly.
I love you for all the times you hate me too, and that is all that we should stand for in this reality.
Yours in perpetuity,
Evans Mbora Campbell.