To Love A Woman Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

The purified form of nature
Was she to me by day,
A rivulet crystalline, pure;
Dear, what more can I say?

Than to smile at her gracefulness
While beholding her face
With my knife by her skin, I press
In t' her face neath th' surface.

To stop the bleeding stares of men
Which puncture my heart out,
To behold those lustful brethren
Eye her face roundabout.

Her avian eyes yes, I did pluck;
To blind her to my love
For I alone her sight and luck
Only I, she'll speak of.

Her fem'nine legs had I crippled
Just some moment ago
With love! I made her disabled
Ne'er to roam to and fro.

I dug a hole below her breast
And struck her tender lungs;
With God they're kept and warmly blest,
Wi' holy air and love songs.

Her tassel'd gown clothed in blood
I still love her as before
Truly I swear to man or God,
I love her to the core.

Hence, my sweet love is fast asleep
Not dead! She's asleep now;
Whence, shall I 'wake her from slumb'r deep?
I wish, wish, I know how.