I sculpted my spirit a perception of love.

I beckoned my heart to look upon this image daily

and return with word of the vision the heart felt.

The heart confessed that her eyes were hungry.

Distant was the memory of her last love’s feast.

Lost was the promise of a love labeled new.

The heart replied lovingly to me,

“This sculpture reminds me of you.”

Iyeoka ivie Okoawo 2009 ©