Too Late To Be the One
A personality fertilized by favour to be heaven’s pet
of her creation, on tenderness, maturity and beauty flirt
flexible and elastic but no one’s puppet
a mountaintop of womanhood to make existence wet
her smiles of perfection, sweeping nature off a heavy carpet
eyes of fantasies, drawing all butterflies and bees in a jet
with skin moisturized by virtuous and vitalized oils
to put love and lust to a heated bet
a million hearts looking up her warm welcome to get
to her acceptance, a multitude of minds are ready and set
yet, clean and white is her huge public pamphlet
the reflection of the galaxies are entrapped in her net
to enjoy the refreshments of time, dine with life and eat omelet
as her future stands to no surrender of bullets or dirt
she’s a passerby to my heart but a lasting cutie my mind has met.
Dedicated to Dr. Uche (A colleague of mine)
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017
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