Listen,
The charming chords of choruses escaping the lips
Of children cheering one another in a game of bounds and leaps
Under the twinkling of stars and gazing of the moon
Transmute damaging depression to ecstatic expression
Look,
I have seen the colours of convivial communion of men and gods
It's in the lush lyrical libations laid upon the altar of panagyrics,
The offering of chastity of our daughters before bursting into wedlock
And the sanity of our son in the ills they religiously mock.
Love,
Love is the whispers of Asake when warming my whole
In the fires of pure passions and my thrust in her hole
Aye! It's the knots of hearts mishaps won't move
The attraction in the eyes of strangers and smiles they give
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