My Wife Poem by Omorodion Nicy

I walk down the tunnel a long narrow, musty smelling, dark walkway
i am searching for my WOMAN
i see a faint light at the end of the tunnel
how much farther must i go
every step i take the light gets brighter
i see a WOMAN in the doorway at the end of the tunnel
could that be my WOMAN
my hands reaching out in hopes he will accept me
the breeze carries his scent which makes me walk faster.
reach out and take my hand
i will respect you if you respect me
if you will allow me to be your MAN
i will make you the happiest WOMAN alive

Omo