RIVER OF LOVE

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RIVER OF LOVE

 

From the river of love

Adisa wants a bowl

as the keeper of town,

day and night he strolled.

 

From the river of love,

Ajike wants a drum,

as the beater of beads,

she rolled her waist in dispair.

 

Adisa keeps the town,

at night seeks the bowl,

Ajike runs home,

to this flowing love, with heavy current.

 

Like a fetcher, Ajike fetches,

Adisa stared too, like a beggar,

at Ajike's rows of beads,

which kept running with Adisa's eyes.

 

Ajike is blind, to see genuine love,

Aladisa is deaf, to ear love beckoning,

his bowl is shaking,

leaking unknowingly, is Ajike's drum.

 

The sting of a Bee hurts

yet sweetness comes from Bees,

so is this love like a Bee's sting,

love between Adisa and Ajike.

I WILL BE WAITING

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I WILL BE WAITING

Knocking on the sealed love,

tiling the soil of your heart,

here I am, watching out every day for this love,

open your heart Eddie, let me in, into your thought.

 

I will be waiting for that great day,

hoping preciously for that day in May,

the day you will open your arms,

and let your warmth into mine,

the day you will let me into your soul.

 

For all rainy and sunny days,

I, Morgana shall stick to your wizardry,

spells and enchantments of love shall flow,

like the river of the nine kingdoms,

our love shall blossom like the rod of Moses.

 

Oh, Eddie, I have got your moves,

this love is not what it seems,

now I know love is indeed a game,

like hunting game, so is love,

who becomes the hunter and the hunted now?

 

Written By: LADY MEDECIA

EDITED BY: ENOCH OJOTISA

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