Ebelechukwu sang and rang my bell
So I smiled and told the girl,
“If I ever write you a poem,
You’ll be nothing but a fallen gem”
But she dared my magic pen
So I write, her in lines of poem.
Encouraging the sunrise from the east
Confident in the ways she speaks.
Thick and chubby is how she looks
But a fish demanded by every hook.
A lioness with ten flawless claws
Rotating like snakes but never crawls.
Fearlessly the bull’s horn she grabs,
Queen of drama; well, she is not a drab.
Strangely her royal looks could cause
Pockets to leak, and breath to pause.
Less I forget, she has Einstein’s wit
And a gift to command a great wealth.
I met her through an awful means
Arguing movies, I guess she wins.
She is the master pieces on a wall
Hung so beautiful along the hall
Not only is her beauty a state of art
But, the bricks in her lover’s heart.