Tales Of A Wife: Yes I Do Poem by Vincent Onyeche

She is holding flowers and dancing
At same time, her gown sweeps the floor,
Transgressing wide open white thirty-two
The right cast coping with glamour too
Her shadows are growing with full intense
As though, angry with the front door.

Dancing towards the mere suit and tie
'Happiest day ever', her joy cry
But to me everyday with her has a joy
Unlike a clown it smiles both in and out.
She is the only thing pure on dirty earth
Gravitational force, all fall
Whiter than a snow and white itself.

Deep blue silence and a pleasant smell
Love dictates, on my note it's an easy spell
Refilling ink, it compels me to take a flight
The wind beneath my wings o here she is
If she isn't sitting next to me on a throne,
I'm a King skull that has lost a crown.

My heart a mortal, hers is the pistol
Getting me needy, her smiles ignites me
Combustion of my burning fire
She has always been and will be
Sweeter than a bulk of fantasy
Honestly:

For her I can be anything
Even if memory is on factory restore
I'll be a bell if she needs a recall.
Before Ebola comes, let's make love
O there she comes, together we stand
Looking so sweet, proud I made the call.

Landmark achievement
Her faces on my hall of fame
She takes my hand
Saying; 'can we build a town'?
She always frequents hell for my sake,
To get the fire to boil an icy lake

I swear this love is the sweetest cake
I'm certain it is true for heaven sake
Unconditionally; this is radioactive
Exposed to a budding virus
Deeply invading and Infecting us
The Cupid no lie envy us.

She is and will always be
The cornea of my eyeball
My booting screen
She has been and will always be
A dancing lady in long white gown
Forever and ever... O yes I do!