Queenlet Poem by Michael Eziudo

The assumcious bulgy eyes she has
The morning dew I see in her eyes
The slender elegant body
Oh, a glorious ebony brown complexion that spells beauty
And bonny brown hair so full and loving
Oh, my baby, the morning that took over my mourning
The laughter I see, my everything

Behind me the success she stood
The neck that carries the head
The shoulder in time of weakness
The hide I have, the coolant from my stress

Have I needed laughters?
I sort her though herself does little except the talk mesmerizes
And she gives a giggle and a hiddle
And I fall off my couch in laughter
One so satisfying, laughters without number

My mind gets made up
Not without her and me looking the issues up
Reasoning she does along
And same I do too as one we belong
And decisions taken as should
Oh what a manageress of my affairs I hold

Of her prowesses the best is made
Of her passion and her stand
She's no lazybones, no, not a sloth
An epitome of virtue with trail of wisdom in her treaded path
She satisfies both beauty and the beast
And needs of the needy met

Oh her love so overwhelming
My stand with her gone beyond petting
Our love once like a child into adulthood growing
And a blessed foundation it is upon which we're standing

Tempered but appeased by truth
And what should be stayed long becomes no lasting wrath
And she smiles again
To curdle you like a child that for once she bore many a pain

The long time coming with her
All in one round of some bouts and joys, doubts and pains together
She qualifies one of a many lifetimes with
And over and again even in next life and more causes to breathe
My choice will choose no other
But this queenlet with whom together
Upon coronation we'd rule many a kingdom of palaces and empire