My Heartthrob Poem by Babatunde Aremu

When I was young
I learnt to kneel down
Questing for divine help
I consistently besieged God's throne
Praying for good home
Requesting for a mother-wife
Who will be a Godly jewel
I longed for that woman
Whose surname is peace
Whose second name is joy
And the middle name is love
I hoped for an answer
I waited patiently for manifestation

Heavens opened up to me
Heavens honoured my petition
God listened to my prayer
He bequeathed me with an angel
Beautiful and adorable damsel
Ebony black with dimples
Endowed with unpretencious smiles
With beautiful gappy teeth
A paragon of beauty within and without
Spiritual and believing
Ever on her kneels
Constantly seeking God's face
That's my heartthrob

What do I owe God for this gift?
I will cherish her
I will adore her
For covering my nakedness
I will protect her
For all the sacrifices
I owe her comfort
For polishing my crudity
I will also refine her
For massaging my ego daily
I will aim for the great height
And travel extra mile
To make my darling comfortable
Oh! what an angel 464from God
My heart throbs for my hearththrob