Her face struck with Angers hand
That she blushes here and there
She cries high and low but
There was no one to her rescue
Twas years ago that these vows
Were made that he shall swim in
The deluge of her hearts waters
But her face he struck with Angers Hand
He screams and shouts like she wasn’t
the girl of his dreams; she cleans and cooks
his meals; and she shall warm his bed at night
Yet her face he struck with angers Hand
He wore her a mighty robe of a ring that
She shall bear him children; its her
duty for she is a wife and a mother
but her face did he strike with angers hand
Intelligence is her name as industriousness
her aura; she dresses elegantly for she is
adorable; that his peers may sing of his manliness
Yet he struck her face with angers hand
He who professes never to slam her chubby
Cheek; while he screams in delight at Night
for darkness has slowly covered his roof.
But he struck her face with angers hand
Her tongue she bridles imperfectly
that his heart might be won again; her
night she soaks in the waters of tears praying
that angers hand leaves her pretty face to rest.
IBIM OBENE BIOKPO a.k.a 'ESPERANZA' is a graduate of Computer Science who has the flare and is talented to write poems and other piece. His knowledge and use of words is an advantage to his person.
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