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if you must forget my names OmoJola-ade


1.
If you must forget my names OmoJola-ade
Do not forget the constituent of the names
The arrangement of each letters weaved in a row
The sensation that resurrect in pronouncement of the names
The charm and etymology of the each character set
2.
If you must forget my names OmoJola-ade
Do not forget the guy that bears the names
The gentle whispers of his voice in your ears
The gracefulness of sexes walking like lovers on the aisle
The brilliance of words from the depth of the soul
3.
If you must forget my names OmoJola-ade
Do not forget the bridge that connects me to you
Or the walks between the steps of two
The closeness at the park with two hearts beaming under the moon
The rivers of emotions when silence was in the orbit of
communication
4.
If you must forget my names OmoJola-ade
Do not forget those glints of smiles arouse by match of words
Or those touches that tune you in harmony with him
The love of poems with music and the faintly stare in the eyes
Or the words without voice that brings us into each other’s arms
5.
If you must forget my names OmoJola-ade
Do not forget memories etched in the counts of seconds
Or the fondly reminisce in the troubles of distance in seasons
Let each place, pace and space be to us as apprized moments forever
And bring that perfection of love that will keep us alive as friends together.

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