You've kept my heart's dynamite aflame.
You know I can never be the same,
since your charming kiss did my heart tame.
What words can describe your beauty's fame?
No smile can contend with yours' my dame.
It sends sorrow back from whence it came.
Zeinab the sweetheart of Nubian fame,
whose love men would seek for like a game,
each dreaming at the mention of your name.
And if in contention they must maim
dislodged rivals by making them lame,
for your worth, many would never blame
them for such apparent show of shame.

It was indeed orchestrated by providence,
for two hypnotized by love on social media.
It was indeed the innovation of the times
that united two once unbeknownst to each other.
Separated by tongue, culture, values and distance.
A French kiss across the Niger, strengthened further
by an age of digital encyclopedia.
Behold, love is in the air as the church bell chimes
for two, reaping from the gains of a smaller globe.
Set to find themselves inextricable in a robe.
Lovers set to make a vow with a covenant kiss,
guaranteed to grant them both a wedlock of bliss.
Tese and Rosemary in their world of ambience.

Behold the Christ child is born this day,
just as the prophets of old did say.
In a manger on the cozy hay
did his infant Lordship choose to stay.
No cradle by a thousand kings paid
for, would befit his divine highness
whose crown is celestial and priceless,
glowing with gems of regal brightness.
Yet in a manger so low he laid.
Behold the Christ child, God's timeless gift,
who will from sin's merciless *******, lift
men to heights from where they went adrift
from God's intended realm in Eden.
His birth in yuletide our lives sweeten
with lit golden marbles to lighten
dark alleys which were once stress ridden.