To marry a poet?

 I wish to marry a poet 

One that will take my pains away with his poetic ink 

One that will make me smile with similes 

Comparing me to the most beautiful things on earth 

I must marry a poet

One that will melt my heart with metaphor

When we meet at four for late lunch

I wish to marry a poet 

That I may boast of his personified love for me 

And sing of his Epic care for me 

I wish to marry a poet

one that will never scrub me with the sponge of irony 

Nor bath me with the soap of euphemism

But will continually write me Odes

And sing me songs of praises

I Shall marry a poet

One whose heart beat will rhyme and resonate with mine 

one that will charge my dead heart with the electricity of love and wouldn't even need a metre 

I wish to marry a poet

One who would contradict me like an oxymoron

One who will complement me

Should I marry a poet 

Or become a poetess

I will marry a poet 

And become a poetess as I sing the beautiful Ekun iyawo on my wedding day

Jealous of Nature

 I am jealous of nature,

It woos you with its beauty,

and lures you to acceptance.

I am jealous of the rainbow,

It smiles beautifully at my lover,

and steals her heart with its resonating laughter.

I am jealous of the rain,

it radically caresses my lover,

and makes her wet.

I am jealous of the sunshine

that sucks up her wetness

and kisses her tenderly.

I am jealous of the thunder,

it sends shivers down her spine,

and leaves her clinging to her bedsheets.

I am jealous of the sky,

The blue sky that beckons on her,

as she sleeps beneath it all night.

I am jealous of the stars,

to whom she makes wishes,

and pours out her heart desires.

Should I hate nature

for taking my beloved away,

and stealing her heart?

Should I appreciate nature

for putting smiles on my lovers face,

for feeding her stomach with butterflies?