the love of my dreams
the lady that transcends my needs
as flowers laid quieten in my wind
she wade silently through my thoughts
she unseats my pleads
redecorates my streets
indicts my steps
loose guards my breath
My omo tosan
my Yoruba ethnicity
a proud uniformity conforming
unequivocally to my love advances
with some unseen obscurity
She got me re inculcating,
re adjusting into her elusive
divinity, she's explicable
unarguably delectable
I don't have plans on eating
her up, I have plans of kissing
her soft, her tone so adorable
her breath unmistakeable
I don't recall the last time
I inhaled a breath so divine
and sweetness so allure
I believed I was in heaven
all the same
the girl of my fanstasy
the woman of my manhood
the mother of my unborn kids
My omo tosan
my Yoruba divinity
her aswebi varieties
her soup contingencies
our wed in coming unbelieveable
she the magenta in my mind
roused through my heart
the inner conviction set in
my soul
I do adore her
I do need her
and I will find her
this is my search
My omo tosan
Drk Poet ~}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem