By Bamidele Salako
Your sun-lit countenance mesmerises, sending my soul staggering through the realms of overpowering delight
Your words like the clear blue streams of Albion fill my being with light
Your smile, like a piercing ray, pores through the dark of my gloom
Your beauty like the rising sun at the break of dawn makes me bloom
Your heart, pure like jewels refined in a furnace of fire, to me, rings true
Your hour-glass figure, chiseled perfectly by the artistry of divinity, for me, an unfailing glue
Your visions provide me with the pleasure of comforting images at night
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