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ASUNKUNKÉ







"silence "

With her in my heart,
my voice echoes all over the country.
resounding upon beautiful hills and colorful rhythms

Whenever she calls me Tade-ola
 all have got to see is paradise coming down the earth afore it time.

so my heart keeps beating every seconds to a rhythm played by "Asunkunke"..Asunkunke ola mi

Tade' s  heart keeps longing for you as the deer  longs for the water-brooks

"One day this heart panting for you will stop beating."
"But be with me....until then."
rub my heart with that love that comes up from high...

"so no matter how long this night is."
They will be yours forever
"Where can I go without you?"

Woke up one Sunday,
roughly thinking I was awake ,
I saw your your potriat in my dreams
so tightly, i embraced your shadow
and kept dreaming of You every single moment of my life.

The journey of million miles begins with a step they say,
Ours began those hazy evenings,
i mean those evenings we gisted five hours stretch, looking like three minutes..in front of the Old girls hostel.. . . .

The time is fast spent, WOW!!
Funny  how time flies..
those days we promised ourselves love,
But was trusting God the greatest trustee for direction..

Thousand memories vanished as they came..but yours came, stood strong and eternal..

I use to be a shy guy,
until you made your way into my heart..
I then took the world and paint it red
with full passion and madness for you.

Loving you brings a carefree gladness
somewhere lightly, the colour falls
in your black gown can you tell the
stories of yesterday,

i can't recall
but someone's softly telling my heart
give yourself away,let the magic start,
let her love infiltrate your brain.

Now this moment that's so whole seems high on it's own
The moment unveil its intoxication on you...

I believe humans are not perfect,
I am not perfect as she will say,
She use to also say
"I  am not the lion of the tribe of my generation "
but I can with all my heart fill that  shore of your imperative imperfections.. I can assure you..

Give me your hands let me tightly fix it  to my own and swiftly let show the world we've got Love to offer..

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