I WILL SEE YOU IF IT DOES NOT RAIN

May death lay roughly on my soul, my loverP

erchance my mind cross not to see you, a day

To feel your rosy cheek
And blossom my pain with your golden teeth,
That is widely covered in an angelic and holistic mouth,
From which my gloom gets its dearth and gain bloom
In the corridor of your mouth where lies lively, the serenade
That always aptly quenches the smoke of my thirsty want.

I will see you if it does not rain, my heart
Woe betide the splitting-seconds my mind off you,
For every such moments with no your hand hand me
Sparkles itself like a long vacation in the heart of hell
At such time your arm arms me, coining with no harm
Your beauty,
Tailing me bluntly to make a day right in your dearly gift,
Fancifully, shall I in the tin air raise to the Mars my voice,
Plucking my power from the river goddess
And roaming to the blue to fetch the rainbow
With no such veil of pretention, for you are special to me.

I will bade you no bye if it is not rain, the owner of my heart,
May my trait-stumpy bone be crushed, gnashed, gushed and joshed
At hour I dare to bade you bye.
Your love pricks my heart like amorous birds singing
To afford me not a cosmetic sleep, but a rest inside the heart of your heart.

Ololufemi, the light that triggers my desire to live,
Ewatomi, the inner bit that glitters my outer melody,
Eyinfujowo, a spell that comes out as a grace,
Duduyemi, the penchant on whose African beauty emerge.
May you never be a cockroach in my cupboard,
Neither you a sugar in my tea, my wish never be,
But a star that announces the coming of the night,
The moon that spread its nest home and abroad
The sun that splashes its web across the mother Earth.

Yet, my love I will surely see you if it does not rain,
With your beauty charging my reasoning with no boundary,
Nor your waist with the communal call wallow in want
Attesting the power of your African Sacred woman.
My love I will love you if your beauty wages no war.