Sweet Lovely Gal Poem by Hannington Mumo

Sweet lovely gal, where do you live?
Your match brings all his love to give,
He restless combs all the little lanes
Looking for your cute worry-stained face;
He’s sworn his rib to ceaselessly trace
For of all his high goals only this remains.

Two rolling stones hardly coincide
And two circling birds seldom collide;
So stop your movement sweet lovely gal
And let your roaming lover find his way
To the chambers where you brood all day;
And you will get your caring and loving pal.