Who dare say ‘THE BEAUTIFUL ONES ARE NOT YET BORN’?
It’s a lie, I’ve seen a gorgeous Queen.
She’s a pretty damsel, BEAUTIFUL body; sweet legs and perky perfect breasts.
Her face glows like a moon in my heart- she’s so natural.
So young, yet so matured
It’s like I’ve been captured- became a prisoner by her striking beauty and simplicity.
People say what they like. They say she’s stupid
But I say NO, I know she is sent by Cupid.
They say she’s ugly and arrogant
Yet I say NO, she’s BEAUTIFUL and humble.
They say she’ll slap me and spit on my face
NO! I shouted. She’ll hold me and kiss my tender lips.
Please, don’t think I’m mad,
I’m just arrested; arrested by butterflies of love
Please, don’t call me NASTY
I’m just trying to develop my fantasy.
Biko, don’t push me away. I’m not stupid
Just do well to pull me in ‘cos i’m also sent by Cupid.
With love from ME
To FELICIA WHITE my pretty fair lady.
NB: Dis gal dey stay for my area and she too too fine. Infact i no fit describe her beauty and perfectness. Mehn de gal too set.
Anyways i try toast am with ‘let’s be friends please’ and shi agree but she no agree giv me ha numba. Anyway chaa, i go kip trying. No b small tin. Babes abegi una too much.
She say ha name na felicia bt shi no tell me the surname and i just named ha white because of ha purity.
Guys, to get babe no b smal tin. See as i dey dey husle to clik dis one.
Finally, this poem is for her. Although I couldn’t compound all my feelings and thoughts in this poem, I believe that one day. . . One day. . . Twill turn to a story.
One love guys. Am off.