To My Lover, Cherie Poem by Eferebo Chibuzor

Let's strut down the gardens;  
the vines have budded,  
And the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. 

Take my breath and I'm yours;  
Insigne my finger, I'll cling to you;  
Shall I call you Cherie 
And you shall be mine!  

I will lay upon your motherly breast and my worries shall evaporate like vapor!  
I shall kiss you so passionately 
Until we are lost in ecstasy!  
and the clouds shall cheer with silver bromide!  

Shall the clouds be consumed by the evaporation of our love 
There you shall moan and crow 
Until the earth is soaked in great deluge!  

The waters shall softly unclad us until we find our clothes no more 
And we shall lay bare in the middle of the ocean!  

Shall you scream soft and loud,  
and moan happily and wild 
until the queen of the coast shall jealously faint!  

When the rains are over,  
With the wings of cupid
Shall I scribble your photos upon the skies,  
And the memories in our hearts shall chariot us to eternal bliss!