Day To Marry
A day to marry carries merry
Mariyah has carried my berry,
A just author of my story
Born come with mightier ferry
Nevertheless a beautiful glory
Smiling even in real tears
And the willful pearls sandwich
My day to marry my real pitch.
I marry a daring darling
Carrying my epic smile style,
That dodges my age wrinkles
The white teeth aroused laughter
A lady whose heart a golden fold
And dimples convict contrast-
Dance on emirembe podiums
Mariyah has carried my berry.
The unstoppable life journey
To the thirsty storm-
All over the heart to foam
My day has come to form
From the ancestral soap soup,
Of routine nuts on olusuusi
And simsim seeds for the scent.
I marry not the merry of maiden
But the olden folding gold
Inwards the banana embobo’s fold
Stealing the willful eyes untold
A woman’s newness shone alike-
The crazy sun’s rays bend
A cross the horizon in blend
Mariyah has carried my berry.
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