Day To Marry

A day to marry carries merry Mariyah has carried my berry, A just author of my story Born come with mightier ferry Nevertheless a beautiful glory Smiling even in real tears And the willful pearls sandwich My day to marry my real pitch. I marry a daring darling Carrying my epic smile style, That dodges my age wrinkles The white teeth aroused laughter A lady whose heart a golden fold And dimples convict contrast- Dance on emirembe podiums Mariyah has carried my berry. The unstoppable life journey To the thirsty storm- All over the heart to foam My day has come to form From the ancestral soap soup, Of routine nuts on olusuusi And simsim seeds for the scent. I marry not the merry of maiden But the olden folding gold Inwards the banana embobo’s fold Stealing the willful eyes untold A woman’s newness shone alike- The crazy sun’s rays bend A cross the horizon in blend Mariyah has carried my berry.