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The Heart Cry Of A Sister- Don’t Rush Me Into Marriage

dont rush me into marriage
dont rush me into marriage

‍Don’t rush me into marriage

I am neither too young nor too old

My face isn’t wrinkled a bit

Neither don’t I have a voice to speak

 

Don’t rush me into marriage

I know Amaka has her twins’ boy

They call me Aunty Joy

And deep down I want to hear my very own David

Call me mummy from morning till night

 

Don’t rush me into marriage

I have my lane to run

My steps to take

And my man to behold

 

Dont rush me into marriage

I still have my standards to uphold

They aren’t too high or lofty

Ifeanyichuckwu will pass and surpass

 

Don’t rush me into marriage

I know sometimes I have cold nights

And days I really need that warm shoulder

And an ear to ear my sweet whisper

O’ deep into the night we chat

 

Don’t rush me into marriage

My beauty still feels like new to me

Momma and poppa aren’t tired of me

I still have a place to call my own

And I am doing all I can to be the woman for myself

And him too

 

Don’t rush me into marriage

My maker has given me all the assurance I need

I have taken his word hook line and sinker

And whilst I wait for my own

I will be here, trusting and waiting

Like a proper wise virgin

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Joyce Olawunmi

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