To Matata Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I once sliced my thought for you,
I bath the wind to cover the my pride.
You were in my palms when I wake
And never will I throw you away like an egg.
I love your glowing laughter and that voice
Of your that echoes like the atlantic waves.
Come back to my heart before sunday
And I will marry you on monday.
Our wedding shall take place on Tuesday
And our honeymoon shall be wednesday.
Till the thursday I shall be with you;
Make money of the a mother friday
Because in you I shall testify on saturday.
I shall slice my days for you Matata;
For you are my sun in whom I am well pleased.