Analysis of My Better Half

As the rain falls on my thatched roof,
I panic, for there'll be some leakage on the floor;
Helter skelter I run about,
Placing the calabashes on the usual spots.
Wrapped in the thread bone wrapper on the bamboo bed
you left behind,
I reminisce on the times we spent in the twilight,
Playing and dancing to the tunes of the drum beaters,
Coupled with the noise of the crickets.
At dawn, the cock will crow;
Then I recall your warm embrace,
Your confident and reassuring smile,
Revealing your gaped tooth,
And on your powerful shoulders,
You would want me,
Telling me, "No one else can replace your better half."