FEED ME

FEED ME My Soul is hungry And for this I long; Your passion hot and spicy, Like Ghana-shito on my Nigerian tongue. Your love is a staple dish, Grant this famished man a dying wish. Let me unfoil your fears like husks of delicious dorkunu, And water down your doubts with gulps of sweet otinshinu. Woman you taste like Ewe poetry, Each verse served with tomato-gravy; Your recipe is a sothing therapy, Sate my hunger, heal my malady. Oh feed me. Feed me with your grace, Grant me in your heart an eternal place, And robust my lean spirit shall be. Feed me with faith, A hope for the beggar at the beautiful gate, Give me peace; A moment with you, a thousand years of bliss. Feed me with your love, That manna falling from above. Give me your all for I am empty, Let me eat on the table made by my enemy. Please feed me, Like the gentle heaven feeds roaring sea. Grant me the honour, be my wife; I crave for you, my bread of life.