By Marcel Ike Okonkwo


I share my words not in the dark shadows of light,
Rather I splatter them across the horizon of life for the world to gaze upon.

Meeting Mmasinachi was by fate, Becoming her friend was my choice
But falling for her was out of my control.

Now I can't even finish a bulb of a roasted corn
Without smiling in-between the bites at the thought of her.
I do things I could not explain just to gaze at her.

Her image rotates ever before me.
Oh what a beautiful creature!
Preciously formed with enchanting physiognomy.

Her dark seraphic eyes
Emit swords of passion
that pierce deep my erratic heart.
The sight of her lips
Ever begets solace to my troubled soul.

So rare her type is as a blue rose.
Pure, charming is her heart just like a cart of precious metals.

Beauty is native to her essence.
Each time I see her
My heart delivers and smiles out.

Obviously I have been overtaken
By a force too stronger than me.
Before her I appear the weakest.

This has wrestled me to the ground that sometimes
I desperately want to fetch the world just for her
But can never imagine fetching a small corner for my own self.

Under the fluffy blue sky,
Under the sound of the chirping birds,
close to the emerald sea and the beauty of nature
I speak plainly of my true feeling.

In confessions of undying truth
I wish to taste the sweet wine of her creamy nectar
And feel the contours of her exquisite form which makes her ever alluring.

I crave to dwell in the freshness of her presence,
Cuddle her in my warmth arm
And feel the throbbing of her thriving essence.

Now the road is no more stretcher.
My destination can't be any farther
In this garden of a scented glory.

I am lost in her winds of passion
For a great freedom have I found in her affection.
Oh, how did I come thus far?

I shall dwell here in her aura's glory
And bask in her breathtaking gestures of enchantment.
Let the umbilical cord bind us together in a symphony of an endless love and unity.

Though I do not comprehend most of my actions these days
I need no help at all
For I am liking what I am seeing.

I wish not to be rescued
From this force that carries me along
Until time and existence cease to be anymore

Oh, till then
And only till then
I'll forever love Mmasinachi.



About The Poet:

Marcel Ike Okonkwo is a young author and poet who hails from Nimo in Njikoka Local Government Area of Anambra State, Nigeria.
Although a graduate of Business Management, his exploitative mind transcends one line of study and cuts across various fields of life.

He has insight into life situations as well as offers practical advice as operating instruction for our existence.

Marcel Okonkwo inspires people to uphold virtues, integrity, moral standard and what could be seen as a life and vista that leads to ultimate goodness and refinement.
He is the author of these inspirational books — 'The Trail of The Guiding Light' and 'The Oracle of Light' which are all available on amazon.