Fall Upon Me! Poem by Pius beeps Adamu

Fall upon me with your all.
Fall upon me with your comforting warmth.
Full of symphonic memories recollecting.
And perfect sweetness divine.
Fall at your behest, fall with your all.
Call me the carriage, carrying your heart.
Carrying it to the haven of love.
Where hurt and sorrows flee.
Your Heart is golden,
your heart is adorable.
You are my reason for living.
To keep gazing your beauty 
And brief but memorable laughter,
till we someday in flesh depart.
Fall upon me, o brown queen.
Queen upon the throne of my existence.
Roses are envious for they do not linger.
The wither and die but you are timeless.
Life may die but beauty never dies.
You are a damsel, a black goodly queen.
A diamond, a treasure, a gift from God.
That's why I love you, knee deep.
In reverence, in praise of a rare beauty.
I look in your golden eyes.
Those fiery eyes that burns my soul.
With a desire to long for you.
Your smiles are beaming. 
Beaming endlessly like the radiance
Of October 28th's sun.
Your skin is soft like fur.
Your kindness godly.
Your charm is comely.
Your sweetness eternal.
Let me close you with the gown of love.
And shield you from the rains of dishonour.
Your cheeks are smooth and damasked.
I envy the breeze that kisses you.
In the morning and sun that gazes at you.
I sing this chant for you.
I sing with a profound gratitude.
For beauty has blessed me.
And has now come to my courts.
Princes have heard about you.
They do not mind sailing seas.
Or traversing lands and endless distance.
To hold these hands of yours.
Soft like the petals of camellia blossoms.
I must be lucky holding you.
And being your man.
Your voice soothes my worrying soul.
I long to hear its softness,
And vivid tone you unleash.
Which makes me calm and delighted.
At night you are my constant star.
And obvious like that of the three wise men.
By day you are my guiding sun.
The rainbow that fills the vista
With golden and satiny clouds.
Your name is beauty.
For it is you and always in you.
O líve, mistress of my  soul.
O líve, mistress of my heart...