Elixir Poem by Uche Nwanze

All my life, been on a search, still on an expedition, a cure to my malady I seek.
Her beauty like the river Euphrates,
If I could drink from her stream of life, my morbus be gone.

Her breast like that of the goddess Aphrodite,
If I could suck from her milk of kindness, my insanity swept away by the wind.

Her smile like the ageless Sun,
If I could behold her impeccable splendour, my malaise disappear.

Her kiss like the kiss of immortality,
If I could taste from her gourd of sweet kisses, I be saved from the gates of Hades.

Her tender hands with the midas touch,
If I could touch her delicate hands, my melancholy will melt away.

Her smell, like the fragrance of Queen Sheba,
If I could feel the ambience of her sweet smell, my dementia be obliterated.

My search for a cure is found. Alas! A cure to my malady, I seek no more. The elixir of life I found.

©UCHE NWANZE
26-09-2019
06: 35PM