I will pronounce your name, Mary,
I will declaim you, Mary!
Mary, your name is as mild as cinnamon, the Fragrance in which the lemon grove sleeps.
Mary, your love is note fragrant than wine;
Fragrant is the scent of your perfume.
Your name alone is like perfume poured out.
Oh! Why wouldn't I pronounce your name?
How beautiful you are, my dearest, inamorata
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Dear ex,
My words to you are super true,
For I was truly in love with you;
You were my world, my soul-piece
But now, I guess we have to leave in peace;
You stabbed me, with a bloody hammer
And now I see our being together as a bummer.
Who'd have thought that you'd betray me, darling?
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She is the apple of my eyes, my backbone and spine;
She's my lifesaver, my life support and oxygen.
She's one of a kind, my parachute, my defender; she's the Great Wall that protects me against forces.
She's my breath, my life and my all, an angel sent from above.
She's my bulletproof and ladder, for whenever I'm down, she raises me up.
She's my world, my pride and one in a gazillion, so outstandingly pulchritudinous that the world envies her; she's a wingless angel born on a Sunday, a Sagittarius!
Words aren't enough to explicate how much I adore her,
Oh! My goddess, my princess, my everything!
In this month of August you've done for me something so ginormous, beyond comparison.
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My love,
You are the silky gazelle
Of the esteemed paradise
That blazes radiance on me
In a blissful beam.
Your exquisiteness is
So magnetising,
The thought of you
Alone can make me chirpy—
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I am not a Lazy Youth
A posse of fallacy-inventors they are;
Making sugar-coated promises;
They are but tricksters and swindlers—political crooks!
We are governed by scoundrels and crooks,
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My words to a nation, obscure and vague,
The genesis of our pain, the start of a plague.
Why do we live so mini behind the stage?
My country, my nation, my anguish and source of rage!
Musa Yar'Adua started Einstein's equation,
A formula adopted by Goodluck, another man of vision.
The land was tranquil until Amaka decided to boo Harry,
Albeit they tin my Ibu, I still remember the pains I carry!
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Rain on my parade
And you'll get Karma's raid,
Attempt thwarting my praise,
And be put below raise!
Be that jealous foe while I traverse,
And presently you'll meet that reverse!
In the resplendent halls of Methodist Girls' High, celestial stars are found,
Favour Okpe, my JSS 1 school daughter, shining as the radiant sun, profound.
Edimenere, with her relentless academic prowess, a luminous beacon of light,
Angel Lekiah, a resplendent superstar, a mirror of my childhood's delight.
Gift Eberechukwu in JSS 2, a stunning brainiac of supreme intellect,
Alongside Boma, whose brilliance ascends to the heavens, a paragon of respect.
With seventeen more, each one cherished and stupendous, a joy divine,
Their presence fills my heart with narratives sublime.
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In hunger's grasp, I hobble and strain,
Like crutches, my stomach in pain.
Wheelchair dreams, where food does reign.
Through the fridge I lurch and swoop,
Craving snacks like a ravenous troop.
Wheelchair spins, in fridge I stoop.
Cupboards bare, I shuffle and creep,
Crutches clatter, in corners I peep.
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In a garden fair, where blooms unfurl,
Stood she, a vision, grace in every swirl,
Her smile, a sunbeam in the morning's glow, Captured my heart, where love's rivers flow.
Together now, through life's uncertain course, Through joyous highs and tempests' fierce force,
Our love, a bastion, in every stance,
In trials faced, our hearts find true romance.
For life, a tapestry of trials and grace,
Yet hand in hand, we conquer every chase,
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