There’s no love sated
In one man, one woman
It flows unabated
For endless span!

In life she had seven husbands
But love with her is buried where her tomb stands
Many more might have come to her life
The lady she’s known as *the seven husband’s wife.

Empty would seem her heart’s treasure trove
If she had stuck to merely one love
So when tired she banished one for good
Found herself another as her soul’s food.

She searched love towards that end made attempt
But after a while grew familiarity’s contempt
Love is no water that can be held in one jerrycan
When one man was exhausted was time for another man.

Often she fell for them drawn by their exterior
Only to find afterwards their inferiority to her
All their sweet talks were hollow in every bit
Impossible was to endure their annoying habit.

Yet she didn’t cease her search for love true sublime
To bond in a relationship that would stand the test of time
But that she never found remained empty her treasure trove
She passed from one man to the other not found real love.

The seven men that failed her in love she ended their term
For they unbeknownst to them had caused her fatal harm
By not fulfilling her cherished goal not being loving husband
*Leaving her with no choice but with their blood to smear her hand!

I caughed but not to choke
My blinded eyesight with a log of beauty
Amidst my arrears i would debt for her
An investment to reap of a kind as good as mine too
Past me she went, i bounced at her back
Knowing from her back would drive to the front.
She marketted so well
The smiles were for many but i was first class victim
Nay i drip was small so they brought a Jerrycan
Before i knew i was imnersed to her
The possibility of lottery at hand
I was ready to drop what i heard for least of the unknown
I was a culprit of my theories and my principles sentenced to who cares
Fare tales make life easy and didnt take chance to dream
My red eye to her other company and i became a python to predators
Sour and tragic soon was allergic to my likes deep swollen for traps
How much i had missed never for much am yet to have
Ding **** am now a refugee soul
In a heart whose chains are loose but an addiction

I was growing up
She did the same too
I made sure I was always by her side
I hated it
When those big boys bullied her in my face
Making fun of her
I defended her for all I could
...But for all this, she had no eyes

I did all
Back then when I count
All the mistakes I made
I attribute them to her
Sneaking out of school, failing in exams
I could fake an illness to go see her
When I knew she was on holiday
...But for all this, she had no eyes

It consumed me with anger
When she took everyone for a friend
Most especially me
For all those years she never saw
Any zigzag wave in our friendship
Even when I escorted her back at home at night
Even when I gave her my raincoat while it rained
Even when I fetched her jerrycan while she waited
She still told me
"Thank you, good friend"
...I often thought, she had no eyes

I tried to make chases
Because it was then clear to me
That my actions did not plug an inch of sense
Into her precious mind
I started bumping into her
Almost everyday so she could see me
From the library, from church, from the river
I wish you could watch her reaction
She still smiled, knowing I was her friend
But on my side I knew I was crazy
Since I translated that killing smile
Into something else more than that
...She never had eyes for the same, of course

I still saw her through the cold winters in her life
Everytime I met with her
I tried to outdo my goodness for better
Through her silly mistakes I helped her
In her encounters of sorrow I fixed myself
...But for all this she had no eyes
I could not quite tell what was wrong with her mind
Well, sometimes it made me angry
Sometimes I just thought that her eyes
Were long gone
I prayed someone could make her see.