Ode To My Lover... Poem by Morakinyo Temiloluwa Bolarinwa

In joy I come with carefree loud,
stand on the roof and call the world,
with peace of mind and prideful mouth,
I call the world to see my love,

Her smile does cure the weary heart,
Her lips of milk and honey,
her light does shine the losts' path,
her soul: the will, the return journey.

Her skin of caramel and coffee shine,
her fragrance of morning dewy field,
Oh world in love I claim as mine,
a beauty beyond why Troy is killed.

Behold her face of rising day,
before her gaze all pain does melt,
and tongues may tie trying to say,
how warm her light and ambience felt.

So all may troupe from furthest off,
to see her love beyond aging,
and all may join to praise my love,
my heart and soul, my own Keji