To wit to woo, or not to wit to woo,
Would wooing suit a suitor shy on wit?
Or would a witty suitor suit poor Sue,
For Sue aint one to want a witless twit!
If Sue is wooed by witty repartee,
Then Sue and suitor could be well suited,
But he who woo's poor Sue with lethargy,
Is like to like not how he gets booted!
So if you want to woo, and to woo Sue,
Then deign to don a suit and do your bit,
To shoot for Sue, your wit should shoot straight thru',
Or wooing Sue aint worth a sack of spit;
Poor Sue just wants a witty suitor, see?
So if your wit is wanting, leave her be!
As Moon comes
To Earth every night
To court her affection
In the presence
Of a million Stars
Yet oblivious of their stare
Only focused on his love
Scaling her in circles
Never tiring, ever following
In orbital woos...
So will I circle you my love,
Till you say yes...
© Raphael Uzor
Woo me by your intelligence.
Drag me deep into a conversation
that seemed to last for a minute
but really took all day.
Woo me by your touch.
Take my freezing hands in yours
until your warmth makes me feel again.
Wipe my tears away and support me
when I'm drowning in my misery.
Woo me by your romance.
Take me out dancing and gaze into my eyes.
Treat everyday like it's our last day together.
Hold every glance like it's the first day we met.
Value our love.
Some men woo
With diamonds and jewels.
Some with trips to Paris,
For Le Weekend!
Some with furs.
Ugh, might as well get them
The fur that keeps on eating.
Me, a city sophisticate,
Screw my tolerance to the
Sticking place, tween my ears,
Put on a brave face
I love you so much,
For your birthday,
Wisdom for the ages.