1. <br /> <br />I’ve wast’d my sweet time <br /> <br />with that little Gomer, <br /> <br />that know not my love for her. <br /> <br />Gomer, knowing that I had a nak’d heart, <br /> <br />avow’d to tear to pieces my heart, <br /> <br />leaving it to pound a million times! <br /> <br />I’ve wait’d to make her myself for change, <br /> <br />but her grave made us apart. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> 2. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Now, I’ve seen my new love, <br /> <br />you’re quite different, my dear! <br /> <br />I wasn’t aware of your creation; <br /> <br />I was just dosing in oblivion of your creation <br /> <br />when my Mak’r matches me with you alone, <br /> <br />to sweet’n my nak’d heart alone. <br /> <br />You delight my glamorous eyes <br /> <br />when your Mak’r took a rib from me to frame you; <br /> <br />your rainbow hair springs down <br /> <br />from your head to your circumcised toes <br /> <br />like the bridge of the River Niger; <br /> <br />your smooth skin with its melanin <br /> <br />brands thick like the savannah of my heart; <br /> <br />your breasts with their nipples <br /> <br />stand straight like Nigerian electric pole; <br /> <br />your stomach lies flat <br /> <br />like butter applied to slice bread. <br /> <br />Wao! Your thigh twinkles my eyes again <br /> <br />like the beauty of Delilah. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />My angel, <br /> <br />I was down but you wait’d for me to rise, <br /> <br />I was away but you stood for my coming back, <br /> <br />refusing many of your suitors like Portia <br /> <br />against your parents’ heavy hands. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />In my vow to you now, <br /> <br />I stand to build my Rome in your heart <br /> <br />that I may dwell in forev’r.<br /><br />Eche Ononukwe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/salute-to-my-angel/
