To My Rose Poem by Israel Dammy Ipaye

Maid, for a million years do I examine thy splendour
I found no one who could vie with you love
Like an orphan under this tangerine do I breeze alone with no therapy
Baby, we thought beauty passing like our nightmares
Though my agony; you keep the sex in suspense
Confirmation of your love you never confide.

Sequel to the rhythm I thought of misogamy
Though from the spinsterhood do our feelings metamorphosized
Onyx! All you need is my caress
In due time the prolonged virginity turn to dust, but the grave
A congenial place for the scholars in our school
None I think do there romance.

When shall we walk in peace
Tranquility without loving emotions
Oh! Injury on my sentiments, I was never a misogynist
A life of witty peace, manifold stress and strive
Is a loveless world of squanderers.

Should we now dream of better days
When the whole story is dilapidated and fallen apart
When I was alone I wished I could reach the end hastenly
Now with the rose of the earth the race is slow and steady
Oh the storm fetched me my heart among the giants of the forests
Where pleases you, you man the valours.

Wake me when you give it a thought
kiss me with your painted lips when you read on philantropy
Oh my sentiments do I failed to divulge
Love a life with me is eternity because of my altruism.