Strength of an ox in the vessel of a dove
Your heart waters the root of true love
Rendering the wrath of hate unwove

The hand that nutures my being
I am blown up by the flaps of your wing
You merit more than the buffet of a king

Your physique, a canvas of true art
Your clear eyes, a bridge to the depth of my heart
Your breathing tongue that smoothens my crooked paths on earth

My tears refresh sour taste of time
But your lips calm the tempest of my time
Your blessings reign over wordly dime

Not the queen of the city
But without dissembling the top model of tenacity
May your days witness perfect sprinkles of confetti

Written by Umahi Uju Vicky
Talking about myself welcomes me into the world of confusion, I mean, how else can I say that I am a passionate volunteer, a flexible teacher, a life loving blogger and Umahi Obianujunwa Victoria!