The Cross of a Faithful Man
A serious commitment never ending
a binding link between a consenting two
but feels like a gift of a cute and soft teddy bear with mysterious eyes.
It seems to open a door but with so many windows,
the ventilation is safe, but peeping is dangerous;
going to a show to experience the Beatles
then pops up west-life in the background to steal the affection.
It is like offering a plug
but with an entire extension waiting by the side.
Also like sweet music in play
but with too many violin and acoustic guitars.
“I do” a contemporary converter
of the bachelor’s teases to a husband’s temptations.
The oath brings no difference,
a scavenger never goes out of contract cos of it
but for an innocent mind, it can be like wine
manufacturing sexual gratitude
even to the least worthy exposed flesh.
From then on, fighting the inside to acquire a predator’s instinct
towards anything in skirts becomes a constant struggle.
bad company emphasizing such exploits as not a big deal,
expressing it as not a fortress with forever locked entry.
Society, constantly persuading that
a tap constructed in gold could still leak
and enjoying life in an unbelievable down town
should not prevent the appreciation of a breath taking outskirt.
But when the shoe is worn, it should always stay polished.
Even though a year has four seasons to itself,
a booklet owns many obedient leaves,
and a good rhythm stretches across more than a melodious note,
these do not mean such sweetness deserves a multitude of hosts.
Life eternal with just one person gets tougher
and a world getting smaller makes it even more complex.
But the one who makes comfort, joy and companionship
hope, fun, satisfaction and the light always readily available
is worth much more than the palatable appendages
hanging around, waiting for the submission to their call.
Keeping her this special is a challenge highly overrated and over weighed.
It’s rather a blessing to the heart and a gift to responsibility’s awakening
like bottled water, simply take it
just open and drink, no thinking, no contemplating
unconsciously enjoying its refreshment
to the point, passing time is not noticed
and the need for other drinks never surfacing.
Out of billions of trees, finding shelter in one is a good choice;
making her a distant better than the rest,
is cuter than building an explosive urge
and the best duty to naturally overcome these sophisticated distractions.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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