Dearest of my heart,
Come ride in my oxcart.
I have set an array
And ordered the priest to pray
Thou so eccentric in thy way
Deem it on me, I've envisaged
Me as your solemn hostage.
Zuri from the Igala
My own Capella
Would you be my Cinderella?
I promise not to hurt,
Your love I won't avert
Beauty speaks for itself.
From the pit of honesty,
I rose, to Her Majesty.
That I may be in her heart
And would not depart.
From the fragments of truth left
I solicited to you about the theft
on my heart.
It's a thing to say the words
And another to do the actions
Cupid has got me stupid
And Mother Hera knows my heart even more than I do.
My dear, a romance or two
Would seal me up.
Of all the home remedies
A good wife is the best.
My superwoman.
Have I seen anyone like you?
Probably cause I don't want to.
It's tempting but it's a cheat
I know people would tweet.
I want to sit beside you from noon to noon till dusk till dusk
Equity I cherish is communication
From deeds of men I came
But departure would delay cause of you.
My dearest, if you asked me how much I love you?
My response would be to count the droplets of rain.
With that, you're assured my love is here to stay.
I'm not pen friendly.
But if it's to write a poem for you
I don't mind being keyboard friendly
I would make love to you
We would be intertwined in our
world
Let's escape this harsh hour.
If I haven't seen you in person
Yet I feel this way, this is proof of faith.
I'm not into pickup lines
So I do what I can do best.
That's loving you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem