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Be my poem

I will be your rhythm

Be my music

I will be your melody

Be my drama

I will be your dialogue

Be my wind

          And let me be your kite



Be my star

I will be your twinkles

Be my sun

I will be your heat

Be my moon

I will be your beams

Be my wind

          And let me be your kite



Be my snail

I will be your shell

Be my bee

I will be your sting

Be my zebra

I will be your stripes

Be my wind

        And let me be your kite



Be my heart

I will be your beats

Be my river

I will be your waters

Be my bones

I will be your marrow

Be my wind

           And let me be your kite



Be my sleep

I will be your dream

Be my arms

I will be your strength

Be my wings

I will be your flight

Be my wind

            And let me be your kite
My love for you

Is the crocodile of the deep

Without the prized teeth

A tiger without its fangs

A moon without the silvery lining

A sun without its heat

A question mark without

Its base dot

A petal of thorns in my liver

An inconclusive affair like June
12

And forever a red burning jigsaw
June 12, refers to a presidential election held in Nigeria on June 12th 1993. The election was declared inconclusive by the then military head of state of Nigeria, despite been free and fair.
Let me hang shining stars
On every strand of your hair
Let me clothe your queenly figure
In a dress woven of surplus rainbows
Let me put on your head
A garland of afternoon suns
Let me wash your dainty feet
With all the waters of Atlantic
Let me cover you in sweet fragrance
Of my unwavering love
Let me beautify you the more

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