Sonnet On Marriage Iv Poem by Timothy Faboade

He that has a good wife,
They say, has God's favour
And upon his soul and life
Is the coveted divine flavour.

Yet the favoured one here
In the divine union knows
Nothing in it but godly fear
In which he prowls and howls.

What's it in this world that's perfect?
Some asked in defense of divinity,
I say whatever from Him in this vicinity
Should be without a known defect.

That which Heaven makes should be holy,
But its manifestation here is a folly.