FIND ME A MAIDEN

Find me a Maiden

My heart is sober and my guard lowered
My thought far in the setting sun
In search for a maiden fair
To be a wife of mine!

For the price of flax and wine
And all that riches can define
Find me a maiden fair
That she may be my wife!

She whose beauty is comely
That the eyes of men endlessly stare
Though welcoming is her smile and charm
They admire but go not near
Seek me that very ivy
That I may claim her as mine!

One with debonair
Whose prance is like a mare in may
One whose fingers find familiarity with the household chores
And and she would be my wife!

Find me a maiden tender and gentle
Who would rock the cradle with love and care
With a gold ribbon in her locks of gold
And a lullaby on her lips
And she would play Madonna to this child of mine!

A maiden soft as silk
Yet firm as steel
Whose lips speak forth fire
Keeping the devils at bay
And she would be my wife!

Seek me a maiden fair
One with ancestral name
And smile as sweet as wine
Whose beauty mine would outshine
And I would make her a wife of mine!

And if you find such a lady
In the guard of an ophid ball

Seek me a sorcerer too
That he may charm her home
And I would make her a wife of mine!

From ' Musings '

By
John Martins Agba
January 19, 2015. 10:32 p.m.