Your voice, lap of flowing stream
Across howling space.
Your face beams a lover's dream
From afar making the heart race.
Our eyes like morning dew blink
As bees flitting on flower.
The sun crawls, our glasses clink,
We crane at the watchtower.
As each moment's delay ticks
My day with unveiled smile,
I hug heaven's dress code, fix
My gaze, enthralled by the style
You chose for the bridal train.
I wish I could wing the sun,
Make your coming swift as rain.
Waiting for the day isn't fun
Like watching a rooster flap,
About to crow, neck stretched.
All day, I avoid a nap,
Living by faith that fetched
Me strength to hold on, sleeping
All night, my right eye peeping.
© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Make your coming swift as rain Waiting for the day isn't fun Living by faith that fetched Me strength to hold on Real lovely words!
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Well conceived and elegantly crafted in a verse with rhythmic splendour. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
Feel good reading that you appreciate the poem. Thanks.