Have You Seen My Pen

Have you seen my pen lately? She is an angel seated on a high mountain to edify, She is the dawn of a new day, The precious woman baths in perfection. Once she moves, every paper and dust gives way, She is the morning sun that rises from the East And set in happiness to the west for tomorrow. Have you seen my pen? She is the weapon of my warfare, A beautiful woman whose beauty captivate men. She birth poetry like birthing a child of the Hebrews, Her lips glows and shines like the women of Abiam. Her ragalia is the butter that spreads and buttress. Her legs are the straight lines drawn by God. Have you seen her in an Atilogwu dance? Her wings spread south, west, north and east saluting and glorifying mother Earth of a well created nature. She is the hen that gathers her chicks under her wings The flute that lighten the souls of evil men. She is a teacher that solve mystery of life. Have you seen my pen lately? She is the honey to the ears that behold her voice, Words that exalt and correct men who are lost in. Have you meet her on your journey of life? She will teach you the end of life from the beginning And also teach you its mystery from beginning to the end. Have you seen my pen on her make up? Have you seen her before the sunset? Have you seen her in the morning drinking from the bowls of the gods of the land? She is pretty. Enjoyable. Educative. Adorable. Amicable and Intelligent. You can't stay with her and remain the same, never! (C) John Chizoba Vincent