You are but my dew
My morning dew, my spine.
You are but my view
My only view, my time.
Not so to others maybe,
But so to me.
You are but the office
The office of my life.
You are but my force
The force of my choice.
Not so to others maybe,
But so to me.
You are my Sarah.
Even if it costs my naira
I will wait a minute
For the next century
So far i get your love consent.
Not so to others maybe,
But so to me.
So in the past
I craved for such taste
I got a plight for a taste
And experientia docet.
This love i can speak of now.
Whom it's for i know.
Not just a eulogy
But fate luggage.
Not so to others maybe,
But so to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem