The Fitness Buff Poem by Stephen Omolori

Fat won't visit where my flesh and bones stay,
Especially seeing that I always run out of words to say
To you about your beauty and the way that you make me feel;
In my heart there is a track that I race on with zeal.
Every time you ask me, "Darling, why are you not talking? "
With the words in my head, I'm doing what Bolt does when he's faster than walking.
Whenever I watch you smile,
I run out of words like Flash running a thousand and one mile.
Since doctors say health is wealth,
Running out of words to say to you is me depositing in the bank of sound health.
As long as Death doesn't quickly become our friend,
Then of my being fit there will be a distant end.