Yours Poem by Kipruto Muthemba

Am raised onto a balcony
Gently that it seems so bald corny
This whenever you utter the melody
Others err as a voice, what a grave felony!
When yours, am a willful colony
A subject so loyal
Appreciative of your royal
loveliness, niceness and awesomeness
And ready to trade
The last of my goat
Or the best of my coat
To sustain this courtship
Just to get another day
With a promise of your kisses
Without the misery of your misses
Whenever your presence
Turns absence