Ukaonu Doris Obianuju
Ode To My Better Half
There goes my friend,
Who winds round my heart like a thread.
With smiles so beautiful to rule,
Bounding both hearts without a glue.
Though I own no clock to prowl,
Nor a cock to crow,
The whispers of thy breath, serves a wake up call.
But in thy absence, the day shines so dull.
If only nature would permit,