Love needed no reason,
To set me up with a special person;
Love’s only reason was love itself,
Mma, having you translates as blessed.
I’m gonna write my manger story on
you;
A prose on how faithful love beat the
odds.
Wise men found a star on the night of
the first Yule,
Mma, you are that ancient star in
human form.
You were my anchor when I stormed
thro a fog,
Your voice was the oil that stilled
my troubled sob,
No room in the inns Mma, your heart
was my pod:
A tested refuge from the cattle of
this cold sod.
Akpan
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