More Than Words

Poets are only interpreters of the gods; They change the order of the world through Redefined words but, my words shall stand More than that in your humble heart. I will love you more than words can tell, I will love you until the snake stand on its legs. I will love you till the sun put on a smile, Till the babies at hand learn to dance without fear, Till the moon turns black and, the rat begins to lay eggs; Till I have no one to look upto but you, I will love you more than words can tell. I will love you like turning the pages of a book, Like the munching of apple in an innocent mouth, I will crave for the inevitable to loving you, Though it might tarry, wait for my love, Though it might be delay but I urge you to wait And be satisfied. Tarry in my heart, Obiajulum; For the roses in there long for you, Make a feast of affect in my soul; for There the butterlies speak of love. I will pronounce your name, Obim, I will love you more than words can tell; For the gods honour the words of a poet.