Raised a bow my shoulder emerged,
Like those on tie glory for modern slavery
After million nights of bookworm.
Not of a thing that makes the kingdom of our saviour comes.
Yet it's a fulfillment of the order of our creator.
Increase, multiply and replenish the earth.
This my heart is pinned after attaining adulthood.
But life has not been smiling on me since my quest has been in fame
Like our elders in attorney in the name of mentoring
Empower us to be kwashokwo.
That everything underneath bra
My desire is made to love.
Could this be love or lust?
This my heart is yet to comprehend.
My heart in earnest pants for a true love,
Not as those that can't do without pant
But for matrimonial bliss as my Lord pleases.
This I pray not of my will but thy will be done.
Life, aloud it sings with strings
but none know its lay.
Shouting here and there of no help it ensures.
Setting the blink of the microscope across onwards,
The memory of her blocks my skull,
Till almost getting to where our saviour laid,
Minding not her heart of sheep or goat to know.
Talks and walks we celebrate till the D day.
The gloomy and charming all day things are fix,
That reality is not in focus for the absolute love in Toronto.
And this do tell after i do exchange in contract.
Divorce, the best gift in marriage to crown the most celebrated event in our world.
Where had love unconditional gone?
Maybe inside the sixth feet.
The fate of the our singles in doubts that most swim into baby mama.
Be far from me you matrimonial bliss,
This my heart plaints after much thought,
And not fewer than later that it done on me,
The remembrance of the great order "increase and multiply".
With no much to be done,
I set to find and make her rules my world.
This is the tale of Betty Vautour
Who took on a lover at age forty-four.
Stormed out of the house
With soft-spoken curse,
In nightdress and slippers,
Cosmetics and purse.
What was she thinking? I'll never know.
Into the arms of a drunkard named Joe,
A no-good-for-nuthin,
Unemployable bum,
Who'd wash down a six pack
With Seven Seas rum.
And Darrell, poor Darrell, truck driver by trade,
Delivering milk for the money he made.
All for his family,
Betty and kids,
Keeping them clothed,
And food in the fridge.
When he asked her why, she did not hesitate.
"There's only so much baloney I'll take.
With you, there was no
Matrimonial bliss.
I got tired of watching
Friends cuddle and kiss."
At the crack of dawn he arose
and ran to the gate to see her door close
he had a big crush on her,she enthralled him
the feeling wasn't mutual, she thought he was dim
He was determined to win her over
if he should succeed then she'd be his lover
as time went by he got his break
and with her a date he did make
they can now be seen holding hands
dare I say making wedding plans
it maybe too soon for matrimonial bliss
for now he will settle for a tender kiss
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