BANQUET OF AFFECTION
Pleasing glitters pending in golden stars.
Kiss and kiss me again, lover sweeter than sweet,
you're like a banquet of sweet blossoms.
I promise never to taste until you're ripe,
for it is your pride to be respected.
I left my besties, to hold on you tightly.
When I found you, I left my dove.
Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil.
Your smile is flawless and spotless, the choicest.
Judging by color?
I'm dark, darken by the sun of my station.
Lacking time to care for my color,
for your care is a priority, to brighten up your color.
Struggling to secure rose of the paradise,
heads on deck to get your finger fixed,
I will climb a palm tree to set your seat to sit.
I will bring to altar the blood of my counterpart.
Vow to love to bits and never love-hate.
I will protect you with a silver towel,
for you have given yourself to me,
as a living burnt sacrifice with pleasing smell.
I can taste the reason to hang my life for you.
Your protected, presented is to be celebrated.
You are a rose of the paradise,
enriched with beauty of smile spread like glitters,
filled with attractive affection.
The petals of the richest flower.
Your beauty refreshes like morning dew.
Babalola Israel A
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