Where Real Love Emanates Poem by Ibrahim Bashir Onakpa

An irresistible gentle voice I heard from afar,
Good Morning this morning echoed aloud.
To the pretty lady, I yelled 'How'

In wonderful chortle, I lost in a romantic gaze,
To bolster a terrific manteau, I sleep in love sty.

In a princess attire, she rocks like a Northern Ameena,
In a pretty look, she comes off like an Eastern Chioma.

Respectful, her vibes so exquisite,
I must berate I'm not hyping her.

Such a fetish reincarnate,
Oh! in her blooming heart, real love emanates.