Posted by Felix Emeka George on
This is my wife,my own wife
whom i own
well-love of me,
as morning dawn
falls like a song in snoring
on my wrapping blanket
This is my wife,my one and only
of the same heartfelt
and of understanding thought
and care in no arguing
This is my wife,my own wife
in whom no amount
of scorching smiths its flints
my dearest wife,of no end to the
running sea
This, poem, my wife is for you
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