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Monday, April 19, 2010

I Love Her, I Love Her Not ...

Copyright © Ifueko Fex Ogbomo 2009

A faithful friend, she’s always there
A constant companion, she’s ever near
So compassionate, sensitive, and gentle is she
A more noble being there never could be
She gives to every needy person we meet
Even stops to help old ladies cross the street
Alas no one is perfect, no, not even she
Her motives are no doubt, as pure as can be
But I fault her in this, she’s a little too nosy
In my affairs she finds herself a little too cozy!

When I ‘stretch the truth’ to get out of trouble
She’s makes me come clean on the double
When I’m enraged and ready to give out a piece of my mind
She tells me to save it and instead be long-suffering and kind!
I once wished my fellow contestants would fall
So that I would be crowned the Belle-of-the-Ball
But one look into her baby brown eyes
And the error of my ways I at once realized

When controversy arises she’s ever equipped with a word
That pierces my heart like a double-edged sword
How I hate that I can’t seem to win whenever we fight
The exasperating fact is she’s always darned right!
When I secretly plan my revenge, executing it swiftly
She inevitably discovers it, and makes me feel so guilty
I wish she’d butt out and let me have my way
I wish she’d shut up and let me have my say
I love her not, Miss goody-two-shoes
She’s a friend I sometimes wish I could loose!

Alas, whenever I take a walk down memory lane
And I peek through my historical window pane
I see that in good times and bad, in glad moments and sad
She’s been there, always near, with a listening ear
I see that whenever I’ve taken her advice as I should
It’s always, always, worked out for my good
How happy I am when she’s constantly near
How sweet I sleep when she’s crystal clear
Oh I love her, and strive daily to love her more
For of this one thing I’m absolutely sure:
The most wicked of creatures I'd undoubtedly be
If my darling, my conscience, were ever to leave me!
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Indeed, a tender conscience is a priceless treasure. One of God’s greatest gifts to mankind. A ‘divine red-flag’ as it were - warning us when our thoughts, words or deeds fall short of God’s standard of Love. Learn to be sensitive to follow the promptings of your conscience. I assure you, your life and the lives of those in your sphere of influence, will be better for it. Ignore your conscience often enough and eventually, it’ll stop speaking. What a tragedy that would be, for a man without a conscience is not a man, but a monster.
Selah.

Lady InspiroLogos.

1 comment:

  1. Found myself racing through the paragraphs after the first few to get a clue of who was being referred to.
    Nicely done. The craft of words are the similitude of deft strokes of a paintbrush and the knitting of a seamless piece of priced garment.
    Keep 'em coming.

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