My Woman; My Death Poem by asaolu kolawole ifedayo

Dear woman, like a priceless pearl you are to me
of your state so queenly and pure
among the angels in dirham
twisting to mock all essence
i praise in thee
But, you will also be my death prompter

Dying like a fading rose
thy dimples damples my dignity in dillema
making me sleep the last dolorous dream
quetioned by my golden children:
Is our father here? No! he is lying outside there

Crossing the bridge of unreturning grey
And my restless soul, teasing thee for truth
where have you been?
And how many men have kissed you today?

Then, you will make my death in haste
charming chatterbox in shackles
among the old heartless witches
burning my brain in chaotic laughter

And you wore a garment of deceit
proving love to an hidden hatred
But you lied, i knew this from the womb
that the foundation of love
is always in true death
handed down by that poisonous fruit


And now, they haved all stilled in their graves
brave lords of the land
leaving trudging old ladies more of years to count
And iam the next victim to die silently
to thy venomous act

And soon, these my multiple wealth will
become all yours
Then, you will bring to my matrimonial bed,
the stranger men i've once despised
But, have you forgotten our oath?
Ah! t'is your wish.......

O! i succumb, yes i succumb
cause i have truly love you
but you will ever love me in pretence
OUR WOMEN; OUR DEATH
''But who can find a virtuous woman?
for her price is far above rubbies''