A poem that is meant to represent a letter, to that special someone who might deem it fit that this message is meant for her...receive it!

Arabirin, each time your figure, becomes my guest,
My heart covers a lot of paces at a stance,
Distance only trance could measure,
I hope it doesn't become a heart-ful matter,
Arabirin, I would rather assume that I ate the éfò,
The trap-ful vegetable of the elders.

Only those with the inner sight could see, Arabirin,
The rate at which your skin emits radiation,
Dark, shiny radiation escaping into my redness,
Leaving patches of emotions,
My immunity must have failed, could it be that éfò
That trap-ful vegetable of the elders.

Arabirin, damn whatever happens after this, I don't care,
'Cos I would rather die for love than commit suicide,
If we cannot become one,
Then you can never become somebody else's half,
What's wrong with me, could it be that éfò
Oh! shame on that trap-ful vegetable of the elders.

COMPOSED BY;
ORIMOLOYE, IFEOLUWA