The man of my dreams
Can’t wait for dusk to fall
To catch a glimpse of him
Though the night may seem short
It’s always a feel of heaven on earth

The man of my dreams
An admire to all
Gorgeous and well crafted
Heaven knows and well speak
His name with time, I will know and tell
Ifeanyichuckwu I call him for now

His face I love to see
I will squint my eyes to stare
Even in darkest of night
Till we see and meet in face

Ever seated amongst the kings
A Geber for real I know
He shall cover my under garment
For none other save him to see
His heart finds trust
As he delights in me by day

Bends knees at rising
And never bares his back on bed
Without flipping through pages of script
Little wonder he’s an embodiment of wisdom

God’s very beloved
Whose members are kept safe
Till that very day
We both say I do before Him
And all bare record to the command kept

I behold and see Him in him
My heart is captured from within
My senses intact I keep

The man of my dreams shall come to me in due time
Fair or dark he may be
I will choose to care less
For then I will know and say
Ifeanyichuckwu is sent from God himself

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