When You Marry Before Me. Poem by Felix Emeka George

When I was a young man
I try my turn in love
But all in avail of my world
I find love and run

The reason and why i never find
Is a case I could not fathomed
I am not that beautiful?
That I should be fault of my flaws

Days, weeks, months and years spent
I know I have forever loose you
In my pursuit and in my search
Like sun and the moon never meet
In my run everyday for you everywhere

Some get too much
While some get none
There is no justice in this world
I have taken to my fate
An occasional slip in weathered hand

Because you are afraid and jealous
If you see me again
When you marry before me
I am a dove of the copper cloud.