Searching - Poem by macaulay akinbami
He is not your husband
Who undresses you before the alter
And bid you follow the path of lust assuming love
It is not the alter that determines a beginning,
But the day of accord in heart and minds
The alter is the public show of the hidden intentions.
Do you find in her a talkative?
An imposing personality,
A high look,
For she is not your wife if you are true at heart.
But never delivers
Intolerant, vindictive, spiteful.
Like a brother of blood
As was told in tales of our innocence,
Not a good friend
Never can be
As pride and ego ruin faster than barrel
So will arrogance distort.
If he is a friend
A husband with commitment
Let him in.
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