More Than Words Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Poets are only interpreters of the gods;
They change the order of the world through
Redefined words but, my words shall stand
More than that in your humble heart.
I will love you more than words can tell,
I will love you until the snake stand on its legs.

I will love you till the sun put on a smile,
Till the babies at hand learn to dance without fear,
Till the moon turns black and, the rat begins to lay eggs;
Till I have no one to look upto but you,
I will love you more than words can tell.

I will love you like turning the pages of a book,
Like the munching of apple in an innocent mouth,
I will crave for the inevitable to loving you,
Though it might tarry, wait for my love,
Though it might be delay but I urge you to wait
And be satisfied.


Tarry in my heart, Obiajulum;
For the roses in there long for you,
Make a feast of affect in my soul; for
There the butterlies speak of love.
I will pronounce your name, Obim,
I will love you more than words can tell;
For the gods honour the words of a poet.