"Ode to the Creator of Love"
Written By my cousin Ruth Obozua.... After years of dreaming, and constantly believing that one day I would be 'in' love, deep in love, real love. Not on the side walk of lust which is a fabricated image of what true love is; filled with fleeting, never satisfied desire sugar coated sin, but in love. I'm not in a place where I'm giving and love isn't reciprocated back, and instead emotional blackmail of the heart is given (aka abuse), but in love where to give certainly means to receive. Neither am I in a place where what I deem as love is love, but in reality is darkness and bondage of the soul. A web entangling myself in invisible threads of supposed romance and ties of emotional, spirit dividing chords that need divine power to break. I'm in love, a love that's freeing. A love that's redeeming, a love that's fresh, so pure and so scared. So if I'm correct, and I say God is love (which He is) and wants me to be a partaker of His k