1.

I’ve wast’d my sweet time

with that little Gomer,

that know not my love for her.

Gomer, knowing that I had a nak’d heart,

avow’d to tear to pieces my heart,

leaving it to pound a million times!

I’ve wait’d to make her myself for change,

but her grave made us apart.



2.



Now, I’ve seen my new love,

you’re quite different, my dear!

I wasn’t aware of your creation;

I was just dosing in oblivion of your creation

when my Mak’r matches me with you alone,

to sweet’n my nak’d heart alone.

You delight my glamorous eyes

when your Mak’r took a rib from me to frame you;

your rainbow hair springs down

from your head to your circumcised toes

like the bridge of the River Niger;

your smooth skin with its melanin

brands thick like the savannah of my heart;

your breasts with their nipples

stand straight like Nigerian electric pole;

your stomach lies flat

like butter applied to slice bread.

Wao! Your thigh twinkles my eyes again

like the beauty of Delilah.





My angel,

I was down but you wait’d for me to rise,

I was away but you stood for my coming back,

refusing many of your suitors like Portia

against your parents’ heavy hands.



In my vow to you now,

I stand to build my Rome in your heart

that I may dwell in forev’r.

Eche Ononukwe

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/salute-to-my-angel/