I remember you
In every of my dream
In every passing hour
Down within my deepest mind
You paint my day with smiles
And litter every fading second
With constant sweet fragrances
I remember your inviting spirit
That sweeps my soul beneath
Your heart-winning pill I swallow
Whole, deep-throated in merry
I remember you, inner most idol
You are printed, engraved with stone
In the cave of my heart
But know surely true
Even as you leave, my heart foam
With rage, fire, thunder and volcano
Till when we meet again
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...Dedicated to the fairest of ladies, 'she that I ever wished was her', young and vibrant, encrypted in grandeur of beaut. Miss Young Jenifer Abiodun