My first love

Written by: Cardinal Ebomuche

In earnest, I have tarried,
longing to be wrapped,
in the embrace of your warmth,
that your gracious loins may whisper
to my thoughts the meaning of affection,

And when my time is done,
in the Taj Mahal of your being,
I will be embalmed for an eternity,
While my heart you will find,
for you preserved,
in fountains of wine.