john chizoba vincent
If Tomorrow Comes - Poem by john chizoba vincent
IF TOMORROW COMES
A dialogue of the drum sounding in distance
Have crowded my emotions and feelings
Not in my season of song shall there be a
Beautiful virgin without a real man.
Eating tomorrow's yam today in a hurry
Might be too dangerous if tomorrow comes
It might seems like killing without a sword
If tomorrow comes, my honey song,
I shall marry you as my wife in brightness
Never will I sing the prisoner's song but
I will make the vegetable of my heart grow tall
We will have a baby girl name 'Ugochinyere'
Whose eyes will be just like yours
I will take you to paris where Da Vinci lays
But not in the month of the falling leaves nor
In the year when our tears shall be hidden in shame
I have long to sing from the song in my throat to
Baptise your soul if tomorrow come in his holiness
Tomorrowholds my love like a child holds his mother's breast.
Tomorrow holds our love and children, boy and girl
Tomorrow holds my affection when the stars sobs
In the new birth, I will let you sing the brider's song
Dare to make me happy for the water of humbleness
That flows in my heart is just for you alone
Lady, your face is the beam of smiles in my soul
I long to take you to the altar of love if tomorrow comes.
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