My rose, orchid, fragrance of nature's mastery,
My moon, star, luminator of my weary heart.
I for you, victim of cupid's archery,
One in soul, in space we part.
Hearts soften at your watery touch,
Oluweri, the peace of burning souls,
Koowe, what melody sweetens such,
canaan, out and onward flows.
The light inside most always shine,
where thick darkness at most abound,
with yours in faith staying with mine,
we answer tongues of doubt around.
That we may therefore light the sky,
with love that lives when bearers die.
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