I delight in phrases that speak actions, like the word I love you.
For when I close my eyes I dream of a girl whose eyes gleams and shine.
Sweet! I will describe your lips as though mere word cannot escape from it.
Once I met an Idibia with Tuface who divine you're my AFRICAN QUEEN and rule my BB world.
I know my heart is stock with a lass who listened to OLUFEMI all the way home (remember?),
Will being a SUPER STAR make any sense to you, else I'll dare not arouse my love until it is so desired.
Sweetness, gentleness and beauty are all my eyes can see of you for now but the fear of a woman lawyer shall be the anchor of my wisdom.
For there is a clear line between loving the idea of a person and who the person actually is, as the bottom line is that SHE GO CHOP MY MONEY AND I DON'T CARE.
I just wished I was a PORT HARCOURT BOY, for I know the reason for your long silence is my tribe, which has taken much more than you're poised to give already but can you beat the Trent.
