Lover Birds Poem by Babatunde Aremu

I once passed through a love garden
It is a familiar garden
The flowers are purple and bright
Their scents are like the Arabian perfumes
Suddenly, I noticed two lover birds
Lurking their feathers together
Deep inside the beautiful flowers
The two sang together sonorously
They flaunts their colourful feathers
As strolled through the flower beds
Into the temple of love
To the admiration of on-lookers
Some of the admirers have
Passed through the rituals before
Some are hoping for their days
All eyes gazed on the two lovers
As their cupid eyes rolled
And their bicks choroused:
'I do, I do, till death do us part'
As the two signed the dotted lines
Their feathers were raised up
At the altar of love
To pronounce them as one
Never to be two no more