To The Reverend’s Daughter Poem by Lekan Malik

All day long,
I stand to think of you.
All night long,
I lay to analyse
Your crystalising beauty.
How far you are to me in flesh,
But within, you are so close.
Everytime I see you,
My heart anticipates
To hear you say
How are you, my love?
But all I receive is “hi” or “hello.”
Sitting in the congregation
And looking directly into your eyes,
Your lips call me
To give you sweet kisses.
How I wish to kiss you
And end the glorious Sunday service,
But the face of the Reverend
Tells me I dare not.