By: AREMU ADAMS ADEBISI
(A Stanzaic Acrostic).
Aloud, lovers think of their love
As it blooms toward its ripeness.
Allowed hearts are to fill spaces
And the vacuums left in distress.
Dew of my recent morning bliss
Did the jinx of my sobriety.
Due to her graceful enchantment,
Despised factors had let me be.
Eve she is to her dear Adams,
Ever-loving and romantic.
Eavesdropping earth spoons us burden,
Earnestly, it but makes love thick.
Wait for the sun Adewumi o,
Which would wheel us in sunny gears.
Weight of its moon during eclipse
Would wear out glimpse of troubling fears.
Unyielding is a buried word
Until the stars replace the sun.
Unyielded goes the talk of rites
Untimely, till we become one.
Made you are from the bone of me,
Moulded with the touches of sky.
Maid of heaven where God's throne sits -
Mother of beings with gleeful eye.
Invincibly our love will grow
Into tunes that make the world sing.
Invisibly your crown befits,
In as much as I am your king.
(A Stanzaic Acrostic).
Aloud, lovers think of their love
As it blooms toward its ripeness.
Allowed hearts are to fill spaces
And the vacuums left in distress.
Dew of my recent morning bliss
Did the jinx of my sobriety.
Due to her graceful enchantment,
Despised factors had let me be.
Eve she is to her dear Adams,
Ever-loving and romantic.
Eavesdropping earth spoons us burden,
Earnestly, it but makes love thick.
Wait for the sun Adewumi o,
Which would wheel us in sunny gears.
Weight of its moon during eclipse
Would wear out glimpse of troubling fears.
Unyielding is a buried word
Until the stars replace the sun.
Unyielded goes the talk of rites
Untimely, till we become one.
Made you are from the bone of me,
Moulded with the touches of sky.
Maid of heaven where God's throne sits -
Mother of beings with gleeful eye.
Invincibly our love will grow
Into tunes that make the world sing.
Invisibly your crown befits,
In as much as I am your king.
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