Ikpo David Nnanna 1 The Whisperer

To Your Man
By Ikpo David Nnanna
You think me a child You look into my eyes and it seems innocence But truth is that Ill grow That Ill soon be that man in whose arm you shall lay That man whose heart will preserve your memory Whose love shall soothe you Whose imperfections shall hurt you Whose eyes shall look on you as sweet and deserving A man whose tears would mourn you Whose body shall adorn you The man with whom you shall fall in love Inshallah, I shall grow I shall grow into that man from your dreams Though you think me a child You think me little I think you great I think you sweet But I think I love you And I think its forever