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To the Lady, Ifeoluwa



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To the lady, Ifeoluwa

To the lady with the sweetest smiles and brownie eyes

This was never meant to be written

It was meant to be words of love

Passionately pouring into your bloodstream

Traveling steadily down the planes of your nerves

Flowing into every corners in your heart

It was meant to take you and take you over

To break your guards and open chapters of love in your heart


To the lady with the sweetest voice and cutest pitch

This was never meant to be a poem

It was meant to sweep you off your feet and make your heart skip a beat

It was meant to be torrents of emotional words

Filling every space within your world

Touching all the glittering spot of your sweet soul

Bringing you into life of love where two hearts beat as one

Luring you into a blissful world of ecstatic devoid of fantasy

 

To this lady with a soft soul and a fine feet

This was never meant to be written in letters

It was meant to be engraved within the members of your body

Locked in every corner you hide your secret feelings

Captured in every beauty of your cutest smiles and perfect stare

Ifeoluwa, this was never meant to be said or written without a kiss.
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Location: Lagos, Nigeria

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