At The Threshold Of Youth
It was more than a colonialist
At the threshold of youth
And less of a traditionalist.
It was a Ray
That fill every inch of my veins
And frisked my heart
Like no man has ever hurt.
It was, a Ray
That touched me than the
Glorious lamp’s radiations
Hence my soul’s transformations
It was more of love
And less of quack-prove
At the threshold of youth.
Kirabo Anthony
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 02/01/2023
Poet's note: The persona tells his experiences with love at the threshold of youth, how love comes and reaches her inner person and every, forgetting that it has ever hurt her before. She says much was love than any other thing
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