|To the woman I love|
If I must confess
Today I prefer be a fisher man
with no hook and bait
but with my basket of many holes
Where air breathe life
For I have caught
many a born unworthy fish with net
and they back themselves on water
If I must confess
You wear me new smiles,
attire and bid
since you came..
If I must confess
My love for you you can't count,
They are in holes of basket...
I'm ready to be a farmer
with hoe and cutlass
And to fill my basket of many holes
with cocoyam, vegetable and pepper
To keep us live with the taste of my love.
Comments
Umeh
I think that this onbe needs a helping rewrite it is put in a way of your thoughts ..
We have to start with sorting those out and then ordering them into a stanza group ..
I will copy this one and if I can see the picture you are painting then I will try and write it again.
As this piece is it is hard to follow but we can together sort out a sequence where it will apply to all readers ,
Yours as always Ian ...