Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson (31/12/1987 / Ebonyi State Nigeria)
BOUNTIFULLY for you I sing these songs of beauty,
My heart jamboree to show-
Thou Angel of beauty.
READY for thee my heart yearn,
Panting in endless expectation-
Awaiting to embrace thee tight upon my bossom.
EVER for thee shall I clamour; that
If thou did be a sin-
Gladly shall I commit thee.
NEVER for thee shall I leave a trend of sorrow,
Nor the scouching sun steal thy peace-
For thy tears with kisses I shall wipe.
DEAREST for thee, is the joy of my work,
All I've got is you to gambol on the hallmark of joy-
That thy happiness may know no bound.
AS for me, thy pains my pain,
Thy sorrows, my sorrows-
That the path of happiness we tread together.
ONLY for thee, the longing of my joy,
Thou a precious gift unto thy family-
And to the world, A PEARL OF HAPPINESS
KINDLY for thee, the prayers of my heart,
For mercy's sake thee to keep-
All through the days of your living.
ASPIRING for thee, the Almighty I praise,
Life to thee gave with blessing's assurance-
Keeping thee in thy goings.
FROM thee I plead,
Thy tears wipe off and thy fears cast away-
For ahead lies a great future to feature thee a QUEEN.
OBVIOUSLY to thee, my heart cling,
For the beauty of thy heart indomitable: that-
Me, courage thou giveth to swim the ocean of trials.
REALLY for thee, I sing these songs,
Songs from the vocal of a poet to a fairy-
With a heart DIVINE for humanity.
[A special dedication to a special friend whose name is formed by the first word of every verse. BRENDA OKAFOR]
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