Its better written than said, Yet they say am blindfolded by your love, Fooling myself without been bewitched,

Who cares, when your blazing love, beautifys my heart from miles away, this 's not a subject of discussion, Now they say am subjecting myself to unnecessary distraction,

Let them talk we say, Who cares what they see, When they are tired they will seat,

When no one was here, It's u I could find, In u I confine, No need to confirm,

When u speak, I toss and turn, that grinds my gears, No need to cough Before I confess, Your beautify's clouding my head of nonsense,

They say it makes no sense, I need to be counseled, you have created a cell of love in my head, It needs to be casted,

From the caging love that has be canoeing In my head, it's time it capsize, But who cares , When canopying your love , brings me joy,

They keep staring , With there brutal faces , From different races, backstabbing claiming to be, back stopping the bleeding That has been fooling My blessings without no lesson,

Its time to make it clear, Like I have said, Its better written than said,

Am not blindfolded by your love , Nor obsessed by your touch, nether will I be addicted by your thought,

I only see an angel when I look at you, admiring the beautiful creativity of nature,

You are in this because you have colonized in my heart .