Expression Eruption: Dora Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Dora is a gift, a name given to a lady
Who knows how to sauce her meal.
She cherish the heart
Atrium to ventricle she sole protects.

Dora is the peace two nations lack
Whoever have her in arm way
Shouldn't have to buy
An explosive to drop in Gaza.

During the times of trepidations
When the hammer has no nail
She is there beside him
All stitches she tends.

Dora is the queen of affection
Wine of the best qualities
Soul sweetener
And will never scuttle or vanish away

Days with her can be so sluggishly fast
When the mind wishes to deny natures love for time.

She is the apple and juice not all can taste
A confirmation of a complex formation.