Unveiling Her (16th Sunday) Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Do you remember the African lady
I once said her beauty never dies?

She brings me comfort, by the bay
She is my sweet sanctuary lane;

I love her not for her gorgeousness
But because of who she is...

She is the cathedral of my soul
Compelling me to eternal flame;

She is my sugar, she is my fame,
She is my pleasure, she is my pain;

She is my lightening, she is my bulb
She is my pride in this affection job

She is my friend, sister, mother and twin,
Unveiling her, for she is my thick and thin

Evil and her can't dwell in a sentence
She is my key and she is my lock

She is my celibacy changing status
She is my wife from April the 16th sunday.

Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
(C) April,2017.

Dedicated to my sister (Onyeche J. Ify) who weds next Sunday (April 16th,2017) .