SHEKWOYEMI


You are a gift wrapped
in a foil plaited in gold
Shekwoyemi,
God made you well
Beautiful and bright
like the rays of a yellow sun
Shekwoyemi,
this is not a love poem,like falling sweet nothings from a cassanova's lips
it's just rain of words
from the clouds of love pregnant in my heart
Shekwoyemi,
in the pigments of my blood is a
painting of your fine face
How can I ever unlove you?
Shekwoyemi,
in your eyes is love so true like
the verses from a mystical book
shekwoyemi you are a gift,
wrapped and untouched.

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