Marythecula Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

MY heart yearns for a blissful dance;
Like of those of the Cinderella on the corridors of love-
Smiling to the light of ecstasy.

AMAZING the wonders of thy beauty;
Make me feel be the Prince Charming-
To awaken the slumber of thy emotion.

READY to thee on a ball
While we lay trunk on the verranda of passion,
With kisses of adore.

YIELDING to thy marvelous articulation,
May I never loose sight of thy tolerable beauty,
Cast upon thy heart of tender love.

THROUGH and through the warmthness of thy compassion,
Never letting those evil claws of worry on me,
You shelter me with the wings of thy fairyness.

HUMBLY cast upon thy bossom-
Is thy tender heart stretched to a world
That through thee love sprouts.

EFFERVESCENT damsel like the fairy,
Supreme thy comeliness I dare not compare-
That as of an angel of consolation unto my bossom cometh.

CROWN of beauty upon thy head is laid,
Smiles emitting affections thy sceptre of authority, and
Thy soft spoken words, thy right hand of triumph.

UNSENTIMENTAL the justice of thy love,
Ever blazing like the purified gold-
Passing through the purificationing furnace

LO at thy bossom to cast my love
All to thee, for thee and by thee,
That our love forever glo.

AND when the night falls on us,
For eternity our love written
Upon the walls of memory,
Never dellible.



MY heart yearns for a blissful dance;
Like of those of the Cinderella on the corridors of love-
Smiling to the light of ecstasy.

AMAZING the wonders of thy beauty;
Make me feel be the Prince Charming-
To awaken the slumber of thy emotion.

READY to thee on a ball
While we lay trunk on the verranda of passion,
With kisses of adore.

YIELDING to thy marvelous articulation,
May I never loose sight of thy tolerable beauty,
Cast upon thy heart of tender love.

THROUGH and through the warmthness of thy compassion,
Never letting those evil claws of worry on me,
You shelter me with the wings of thy fairyness.

HUMBLY cast upon thy bossom-
Is thy tender heart stretched to a world
That through thee love sprouts.

EFFERVESCENT damsel like the fairy,
Supreme thy comeliness I dare not compare-
That as of an angel of consolation unto my bossom cometh.

CROWN of beauty upon thy head is laid,
Smiles emitting affections thy sceptre of authority, and
Thy soft spoken words, thy right hand of triumph.

UNSENTIMENTAL the justice of thy love,
Ever blazing like the purified gold-
Passing through the purificationing furnace

LO at thy bossom to cast my love
All to thee, for thee and by thee,
That our love forever glo.

AND when the night falls on us,
For eternity our love written
Upon the walls of memory,
Never dellible.