Gaze at this beautiful damsel, uprightly standing as the pillar between the man and purpose.
The tenacity of her weight holds the connection between life and death;
Understanding the intricacies of her structure is like being on a free fall to endless triumph.
Delight in the gravity of her tug and thrust,
For in its magnitude lay the road map to streams of infinite fruitfulness.
All of creation stay still and salute the glorious grace that is so bestowed on those that possess her.
Them that drink from the bosom of her virtues
Are like blossoming plants that spring forth in the midst of a violent snowstorm.
Salty blue seas may overflow its bank and shores,
But yet the heart of the one that is lost in her pleasure is as calm as a millpond.
O my lady, whisper the secrets to your melodious musical opus into me;
It’s electrifying tone thrills, twitches and tunes the depths of my dangling ear.
O my lady, my damsel who is your creator?
I am blissfully trapped in the symphony of His masterpiece.
Stand at attention ye people and prepare the way!
I go to worship at the feet of poise and elegance;
Whose spirit, soul and body is a fertile field for my wandering self to take its dwelling.
O my lady, the beautiful one bless me as king over your luscious grounds
That I may engrave over it the writings of love that is encroached within my heart
By Erinma Obioha