Abel Iseyen Ancientman writes

AEIPATHY

 

She waited, unwearyingly, like a still water

Hungering for a dream, - a far-fetched hunch,

Eating up her creed like whirl-fire,

Oh! An overseas spouse is my desire.

 

O she waited, rebuffing countless hands like heaven 

 rejects sinners;

A sanguine sapphire, you may say, loathing stains in her

 immaculate arms

Which craved for nebulous affection in some places, far-off.

Oh! An overseas spouse is my desire.

 

And she kept to her dreams, a dedicated piffle,

borne out of lust for lucre.

Prince Charming came, an ebullient ebony, with the heart of gold;

But she declined, even against pleas and promises.

Oh! An overseas spouse is my desire.

 

Now time journeyed beyond her reach,

With wrinkles embracing her skin like waters embrace fishes.

She still sits, comfortably, overshadowed by menopause.

Oh! An overseas spouse is my desire.