Fare Well Poem by Folayemi Akande

O my luve's like a rock, solid rock
That neither melts nor fade come the burn.
O my luve is like a melodie
That is glidely played, softly in folk
You fair in your hue, o C'est bon
Raw as a cress, charming as goldie.
O my veins are warm and deep in luve.
I fear if I stop, my throbe may halt
My fret, should I stop, the rose might sluff
Shall I unlove like Sea without salt?
Must be loony to such deed commit
I luve thee, as the beach to the sand.
Fare well, fine luve, till the next summit,
Will come again, tis time wit my band.