LETTER TO MY FUTURE WIFE
Dear Future Wife, Deep in the night’s hallowed chambers I wandered still why you tarry, Oh future wife! The path to your base is crooked, never laid on concrete The hunting expedition unending, but tireless I am in pursuit of the one with the waterpot, whose Cistern is for the thirsty sheeps and nations in need of water. Alas! You hide in the midst of the crowd, at the market place you were last seen, negotiating and paying for luggages you would yet bring. Never mind future wife! I need not get a truck load for us before you come I have a few luggages already if you don’t mind, the market has been tough here too Yours will only be an addition to what shall yet exceed Don’t worry dear future wife, I’ll find my way against the tide and race to the mountain top with the flag of a champion I’ll fight and with God on my side, I’ll win Please come out of the market and let’s go home You are made of more, of gold and raw ornaments for glamour With the linen of Grace you’re clo