Baskadia

Dearest of my heart,

Come ride in my oxcart.

I have set an array

And ordered the priest to pray

Thou so eccentric in thy way

Deem it on me, I've envisaged

Me as your solemn hostage.

Zuri from the Igala

My own Capella

Would you be my Cinderella?

I promise not to hurt,

Your love I won't avert

Beauty speaks for itself.

From the pit of honesty,

I rose, to Her Majesty.

That I may be in her heart

And would not depart.

From the fragments of truth left

I solicited to you about the theft

on my heart.

It's a thing to say the words

And another to do the actions

Cupid has got me stupid

And Mother Hera knows my heart even more than I do.

My dear, a romance or two

Would seal me up.

Of all the home remedies

A good wife is the best.

My superwoman.

Have I seen anyone like you?

Probably cause I don't want to.

It's tempting but it's a cheat

I know people would tweet.

I want to sit beside you from noon to noon till dusk till dusk

Equity I cherish is communication

From deeds of men I came

But departure would delay cause of you.

My dearest, if you asked me how much I love you?

My response would be to count the droplets of rain.

With that, you're assured my love is here to stay.

I'm not pen friendly.

But if it's to write a poem for you

I don't mind being keyboard friendly

I would make love to you

We would be intertwined in our

world

Let's escape this harsh hour.

If I haven't seen you in person

Yet I feel this way, this is proof of faith.

I'm not into pickup lines

So I do what I can do best.

That's loving you.