I think I have,
Written beautifully
For you many...
Words for tonight.
If is it a crime,
To commit a crime,
Of intentional verbosity...
How longer would,
Be my imprisonment.
Good are all
The nights of lovers.
Nothing strange,
To say already said.
Dream of me,
But instead.
Forget not to,
Forgive me all,
My imperfections.
20TH AUGUST 14.
11: 31 P.M
KWARA STATE,
NIGERIA.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem