All For You Poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester

It's now what we call,
A long period to recall,
but short to remember,
the late eve of December,
But that was before I met you,
Though I had a clue,
That your name's Dorcas!

A wish that you be,
My most heart's hobby,
Since I yearned to have,
You and to Love,
Who you are in many a way,
But darling you couldn't say,
That your name's Dorcas.

In a cool outfit,
I made myself fit,
So as to make a systematic,
Approach in a Majestic,
Style like a ghost of prey,
Just after a morning-night pray (s) ,
That your name's Dorcas.

It took me a bulky expenditure,
Caused me sharp growth of temperature,
You can tell, it gave me pressure,
To excavate you, my treasure,
Later, I got your real name,
Which in it, made fame,
That your name's Dorcas.

Did you expected my arrow,
To hit you my hunted sparrow?
Or saw me before I knew?
Or you took a quick view,
At my heart?
Now you were so, very alart,
That your name's Dorcas.

A beautiful woman of eternity,
You made me drive a car of insanity,
Just because I needed your attention,
Even if it meant the whole nation,
Should wait. Did they just see?
I meet you at the bank of sea, (Just admitted)
That your name's Dorcas.

In you I've made my custody,
And to Love you am ready,
My name is your name,
Will get rid of our shame,
Now that we plan to have a tie,
Of the knot, that's not a lie (I believe)
Your name's DORCAS!