My Baby And I Poem by Charles Nnamuka

I feel happy tonight
And my baby made it so
The day she crossed my path
I fell into a well of hope.
I have fallen in love
So deeply have I become involved
What I'm trying to say; they just won't come out right -my sentences-
It's taking all of my 5 senses
In me is a stream of you
Cut and see -cour-te-sy will excuse this
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I am but half!
For you, I long to have
That I may rest complete.
My love for her breathes fire
Silly people still question 'why her'?
They keep missing it like they're pregnant

I call her Omalicha'm
One whose charm requires not a first kiss to heal the beast
Even though I've become the beast for your kiss.

If loving you was a sea
I would be a vessel
But If loving you was a sin
I would be the devil

Omalicha'm
Since you came my way -your bright face
In my heart, took a place
It's all been grace: amazing
How you did it; I didn't  think
I could for love, go pink

I see a walk down the aisle
Piles of roses littered in style
Let's write our tale
Let's raise a kingdom
Let's make love
Let's birth sons
And daughters; don't tales end happily ever after?

Your beauty is as mesmerizing as all the flowers in paradise
If I were a kingdom,
You'd be 'air' to my throne like O2(oxygen)
I'd die without you

You are my dream when I'm awake,
My thought when I'm asleep.
Among the tangled grape vine's freshness,
Your love sits so sweetly.
The smooth luscious feel upon your soft lip
Is heaven's embassy.

I've tried to connect the dots
But would rather reserve the thought.
That I die every single day of your love,
Makes me love death every second more.
Love is not as juicy as a watermelon without seed
Neither is it as rosy as the Kardashians make it seem
Yet her love is so sweet and plenty,
Upon me lies a heap of its bounty.
Her smile is an extension of her grace
Like the sun breaks through leaves
And become softer with its pierce.

Just like ripe mangoes on their tree,
Her love drops from her divinity,
Wasting their sweetness cause
All of me lacks room to contain.

My baby and i,
We just can't 'slow down'
It's God's 'wheel'
And just like trees in winter, this love has no leaf(leave)