Seventh Wonder by Joba the Poète

Seventh Wonder Joba the Poète Seven wonders of the worldyet I trip like the leaning tower of Pisawhen you sing out my namewith a nine minus two, or rather still,six plus one,the seventh scale of the seventh chordyou love the most.What a time to feel this way,even such is time—and perchance God did not rest onthe seventh day,perhaps He spent seven more hoursperfecting your seventieth curve.But I do not know this story of creationso well as to whether they were seven daysor they were seven years,because a woman as you couldn't have been madein seven rushing minutes, out from seven mortal ribs.But my darling, I do know what I'll do for you:I'll cross seven seas,witness the fall of seven suns,I'll sing you seven songsin seven different languages,seven-seven, double sevensin sevenfolds, seven seventeens,count my lives, I've got seven of theseand in each of them I'll choose you,seven times.I'll love you like we're in the seventies,nineteen seventy-one,seventy-one times seven million ways,seven discos, seven Star Wars, seven happy days,you're my seventh of perfections,my seven muses on seven rainy days,you are, my love, the seventh wonderof this wonderful world.More from Joba the Poète ↓@jobathepoete on Instagram where he merges poetry and fashion