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My Oluwadetan



I have read the minds of mortals like books with thousand pages
Scanned through hearts of creatures in a blink of an eye
Watched the glam of starry nights
Through the crescent birth of time in evening bloom,
Seen the shiny silvery coins mock the stains of sweaty face
And pretty gold stood the weight of fallen worth
But still my lady,
I have never seen a mind so calm in the midst of chaos like yours
Or seen a shiny smile so beautiful like an harvest of the sun’s gentle ray

I have seen the kingdoms of the earth in a flash of time
Learned about the deep treasures in Angels and Humans
Seen the distinct shades of natures in green around clustered trees
With curly roots tucked inside the earth’s bosom
Watched the stormy burst of the bluish Ocean, the smashing sleepless Sea
The silvery crown of the mountains with dews, dreaming delta of the river Nile
Sprinkling pattern of the dropping dew and an array of limbic lilies
But still my darling,
I have never seen a brow fondly wrapped with beaming smile
Or teeth with perfect gaps and matchless flaunt

I have seen the seasons of life and life of seasons
Experienced the taste of change and change of taste
The windy worth of winter’s wit, applausive aspiration of autumn’s hue
The steer of sporty spring followed by the sumptuous silk of summer suit
Fall and rise of water from a height, the matching boots of soldier ants
Gradient spread of the radiant raven across the glossy door of the sky
But my Oluwadetan,
I have never seen a lady as beautiful as you in daytime

Or found a lady born of woman as charming as you at night time

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