My Jealous Woman Poem by AMADU KAMARA

When love's power takes control of a woman's heart,
She becomes twice as senseless as a child

More often when she can admit to the fact
That her uncontrollable love goes too mad

Over her cherry-pick heart desire and true lover.
The trumpet of quarrel is always blown

So that her love always flow like a river
With the deep fear that it will be overthrown.

Sometimes she can be very temperamental
When jealous that she makes false accusations

And for love's sake, I'm sentimental
With her feelings without condemnations.

Her true love cover my eyes to see no wrong
That I'm myopic that she's perfect.

My ears dance to her grumblings like a song
With funny feelings that she's a puppet.

I wish that I've jealous medications
To help combat this chronic love illness

Because I'm prone to it seductions
Especially when I feel it presence.

A heroic couplet