Poetry is a song
Full of mellifluous verses
Written within the galaxy

Once you start rendering
It keeps flowing
As though the sky is pouring
Leaving you mesmerized
As if the ink can be stoppable

When my day is done
The heart stop beating
I breath the last breath
Close my eyes for the last time
And the sound of my voice is no more,

Don't shed a tear,
If you've never done
in my breaking moments

Don't come for night vigil,
If you've never came for a visit
in my most trying times

Don't put flowers on my tomb,
If you've never let me smell
the fragrance of the lilies
in my happiest times

Love me now
Hug me now
Wipe off tears
From my teary eyes
At this moment
Before my day is done

If you parade with your pains,
What would be the significant of smile?
If you parade with each drop of tear,
How are you ought to feel the rain drops?
If you wander with the visibility of your bruises,
What will make the dance circle not be painted red?
If you only hold broken crayons,
How is the rainbow ought to be coloured then?

Yes, you are broken,
Yet not destroyed

Was once nonexistent
No companion, no home
Just wandering around
Like a bee trapped on a can
Until the man of my calibre
Came along and occupied this heart
And love found home

Every word said
Just felt unsaid
Wounds appearing healed
Unnoticeable kept bleeding
Like a drop of water on a loose tap

Only the smell of an ink
With the turn of each page
Wet with each tear,
Understood the procedure
Of her words becoming a prescription

Put on her shield
Raise the double-edged sword
Placed within the palm of her hand
Just like Moses she will lead

Clothed with piety
Take on the sling, put on stones
Mouth full of praises
Like David she will subdue

A warrior of exactitude
Rising against the Amorite
Full of dispute
To authenticate

Possessing like Joshua
Dominating like Judah
And birthing new creation like Mary
For she is of Jesus Nation

I asked him the other day
"Do you love me?"
He placed my hand in his beating heart
Whispered on my ears with his calming voice
Opened my eyes to read between the lines
And made me taste the liquid from his well
Until butterflies were chanting on our heads
And he said "That is love"