MY BELOVED – A poem

  1. Our meeting was unplanned yet divine

For the heavens seemed to have approved

And given their bounteous blessings

Cos so quickly did our soul and spirit lock up

Like in a heavenly holy matrimony

How effortlessly our friendship speedily caught fire

Still beats my human imagination

Each day her joy is fulfilled

When she’s close to me

She’s never willing to let herself go

Without sending smiles so captivating

Smiles that always dig deep into my soul

Like a miner digging for gold deep in the earth’s cradle

And like the serenades of a loved one to her lover

Her day never starts without a check call

And never ends without lovely messages or lullabies

Meant to make my bones retire soundly

And whenever I am unreachable

Her heart sinks deep and tumbles

Enveloping her in great worry

All her gifts are carefully selected

And graced with a touch of love to leave eternal memories

In all she treats me like her most treasured jewel

And indeed I am ‘cos I am her best friend

And her best friend is her soul mate

The simple things she does seems so satisfying

That I cannot help but allow myself be enraptured by her love

And I will do everything for her to share that place in my heart

That she may continually leave her indelible footprints

In my heart’s precious store

She makes my life so colourful

And I pray her love lasts beyond my mother’s

And that we will be together for all times

Cos ours is a love so pure

And the destination sure

© Mark Gadogbe (McApple)

(PS: A poem to mark our wedding anniversary today)

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