she'd marry a poet.

She'd marry a poet,she said;

to pen her a lovely piece when sad.

She'd marry a poet,

whose words would caress her like a dolly pet

this poet she wanted,

would be of color and size never imagined.

His fidelity would lie on paper

even when her smile was improper,

he'd tirelessly pen with the blue ink-

his nails knowing not the red nor pink,

that oft° left her aching,

for yesterday's master was prone to red painting.

But she married an eagle poet,

with claws, talons and verbosity of a parrot.

He flew high above the sky

to heights none like him could fly

and he penned in red

with the vigour of a thorough bred

Today she still yearns for a poet

with the silence of the stars of the night

who'd pen lovely poems over the flowing river

in tranquility to rid off her fever.

Hope one day she'll marry her desire

to crown her crave that's on fire.

Bunguswa Writes.