Lovers Woe Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

In emptiness I once chose to be sold
In abandon of riches and glory
I disowned the house of gold
Reaching out the destitute for love
The brightness the sun share
You can't compare to my slaying skin
Sighting my presence you must sin
It is my personality the preacher preach
An ocean you will enjoy to fish
Here; men from far country
travel to pay obeisance to love
Among the men that compete with gods
I've left; now its your face I sought
In deed Agbafor made me lost in thought
After proven with the other side of the tongue
How to subdue a heart with hug
consuming my life you once forbade in your tongue
on my laps you spent the years...
Isn't this more than a matrimonials bed?
You know no hunger under this roof
Till you dry cleaned my well firmed breast
Now it has fallen apart
Agbafor my love!
Has my beauty fade?
the look in your eyes
tells am no longer your thought
After we abandoned yesterday
Here you've forgotten with time
Days men queue to shake off our abode
begging to be loved
Happy to see a city beauty is made
Among the women you took for a wife
Because they exhibit the tongue of your tribe
Who among them is twice my reign?
In the days I survived by praise
Giving a look at already made maiden
Who can compete with the river goddess?
The great Nwanyimma in her prime
Tell the hunger in your heart;
my huge breast has not quenched
why fold me like a mat?
when perceived my love and its stench
Be careful in everything good
Beauty will soon be faked
Take me back to the house of gold
A city riches is known
place your love met me unclothed
And refused men that are drunk in wealth
To pronounce my name
Agbafor if you are brave!
chase my home with a drum of war
I pray my father's wrath;
you will be hard to consume
for crossing the red line
In the days of St Valentine
I thought I found love
I sold my heart to finish
To the betrayers hand
upon the deadly oath
we took upon ourselves
in the pinnacle of Jerusalem
with pilgrims of love
the holy mountain of Sinai
where lovers wrote with petals
the lovers myth
there at the love lock bridge in Paris
May you be buried outside the grave
the day you will be a friend to death
And expose your nudity to earth
The weapon that caricatured our girls
be eaten off by soldier ants
So you don't come back to harm
And exploit our Virgin girls
claiming ownership of their pride
before they re ripe for wife
May your eyes be seized by batimus
As an offering to the blind
So you can perceive everything good
But far from the taste it brings
May your legs be dashed out to the lame
So you won't run after nudity in your life
even when emotion long and hunger for it
it will be far from your reach