Lovelete Poem by Obodokasi Ade'etem Agbor

Shalt I see thee as the glistening sun
Setting on the steeps of mount olives upon
Or the flawless green lushes of the sycamores
That adorns the sunlit soils of Nile shores?

I might take thee as the moon that encompass the ocean rise
But I shame to see soon
That thou art of better price.

Thou art the stars in the dark skies of midsummer
The sculpted pottery of ancient sumer.
The cherry that blooms in south
And tis nut
Are But The sweet of the mouth.

Thy words are as decrees of reed stylus
Spotting rolls of Egyptian papyrus,
A millennium of love letters
And big bounds of bronze fetters.

I mayst compare thy comfort
To the gentle harmattan chill from north
Or a sea of winter snow alighting forth,
But of truth, thou art of higher worth.

Thou art my mistress
That build'th me fortress,
That keep'th my heart
And tend'th my bed
And feed'th me fat
With love And bread.