The flexible heart of mine in its misery,
Clouded with expectations and aspirations.
It wasn’t planned,
never was it an accident,
losing my heart to you was a rose among thorns.
The most calm and jovial with all;
the smile hypnotized,
the eye sedated with desires,
the one who was beg before being born.
Never have I dream of such beauty,
never have I sight such humility,
love can’t be bought rather earned,
the only pumpkin who cherished being kept.
When will you be mine?
when will I have you in my arms and feel your warmth all night long?
when will you melodies my sole with your peaceful voice?
The question is when will
I earn the trophy called Abẹ̀bí?
Alas! All I need is to trust and believed in Eros arrow;
with you, the sky is just the point of new discovery.
© Adesina oluwaseun