And a poetry I compose for you.
Elegant and soothing to my perturbed nerves.
And your gracious imagery I hold dearly
In my brain stuffed with so many pain.
But your sovereign love holds my sanity to a piece, whole.
You my love are a piece of my puzzle
Lips wet as the drizzle
Face like a carved postcard
Sweet and angelic you are
What then shall our love be called
Oh gracious beauty!
And before thy benevolent self
I exalt just a beauty.
Alluring and daring.
To make a happy man out of misery.
And your imagery I create
So when nature makes a mockery of me.
The future shall still merry for your existence
Shall I then run to the cathedral
Sound the bells and cymbals
Wake the monk from the monastery
Send a message across the land
To gather the townspeople
As I wait at the altar and watch you walk down the isle?
I will my legs to run and they take me down the hills
Next to the cathedral gates, I stop dead in my tracks.
What will the people say?
Will your father ever approve of our union?
Would I ever be able to say those words to you ‘To love and to hold’?
I fight back the tears that threatened to fall.
And walked courageously into the monastery
As the gates closed behind, I knew our love was doomed afterall.
Because I cannot have you,
I have chosen a life of celibacy!
©Smile ©Ichie Ahamefula