The Seed Poem by Carlton Wanga

What is left of a man to do
When to him a seed is given to
A seed of love
One he never expected to have
A seed whose seedling is a smile
Wherein the smile lies the divine pile
Of reflex admiration and immense attraction
So dawns the realty
That in his system, Missing is a vital necessity
One thyat neither class money nor power can buy
And never will the persistent urge die
Because
It is only in you
That lies the ground of splendor
Ye woman of God's favour
Your ultra feminine Woman heart
Is the only fertile land
Where this seed can thrive
The radiant glow of your beauty
Is the only light that would make the buds sprout
It is only the tears of your eyes
Tears of jealous, tension
Horrible emptiness and hidden passion
That would irrigate this seed
To a plant of romantic satisfaction
The plant where bosoms flowers and appreciation
Flowers that bring forth the fruit of passion
Fruits with the sweetest juice of care and affection
And in the fruit lies seeds
Seeds, seeds and more seeds of love
What a man sows so shall he ripe.