shines the light the whole range work.
Setting off on foot for the cistern of illumination.
Appear on robe is the blackness that makes the difference.
In a blue moon smile the body wears like god.
Neither is the naturality makes the difference.
Nor for the emblem of purity to fail my pulse.
What a look of timidity that rules my heart!
The perfect creation of the high class posture.
From afar I have the curiosity to have seen olajumoke.
But my pulse warn to see clearly that one coming is the King's blood.
Monisola, the priceless jewel worthy to be adore.
Wonderfully created with a well culture heart.
A contract of hearts do I pray for as I make my prayers to you.
Kindly grant my request as prayed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The blackness that makes the difference. Nice work.