Matrimony

 

The dove passion unties the hearts

Pretty wings flaps and fly

Up in the sky, love is an arithmetic grocery

The devilish prowlers dare not square-root fervor

 

Whitish cloud, what a lovely smear

Instrumental drums, glowing Angels smile

The seconds splitting stars beautifies the galaxy,

The sun prays, as an Index finger sockets the rings

 

Unto matrimony the sworn oats are to addition only

Seraphs of subtractions stay-off

Fruitful multiplication not division

The devilish prowlers dare not square-root passion.

 

 

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent onyeka

© 2009

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