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FEBRUARY 27








By Ola Vincent Omotade


Aderonke will be my only poem that never ends,
For a good woman is but a poem.
A genuine poem that comes in blue moon.
You are a jewel of purest gold,
The smile that never grows old.
You are the beauty of the sunset sky,
The intricate twinkle of a happy star.
You are the keeper of an unborn life,
A champion, heroine, a candlelight .
You are a budding shoot, evergreen,
a colourful sweetness.
Your laughter is like the whirlwind of the spirit,
it  keeps resounding in the valleys and hills of life and motions.
Encircling the hearts of men with magical notions.
So now the night of January is past and the day of February is broken
Today speaks of this calmness, this brightness,the one you brought.
Today carries  messages of heavy words,
Words that are pregnant with beauty for you.
And with my golden mouth and pen,
I wish to celebrate your existence.
What joy of a fuller and freer life, have I got if only today,
i keep pronouncing  your beautiful name,
ADERONKE RUTH OMOTOSHO
Because it's mild like the Cinnamon,
Capturing gnomes of hundred golden faces.
Your pretty smile like cooing doves,
A smiling fragrance,in which the lemon groves sleeps.
Your heart fresher
Than the shadow of the tamind.
No wonder the pregnant cloud
gather specks of indescribable joy every FEB 27
An ecclesiastical divine princess,
who's  a lover of Godly passions and fashions.
She's  the one that as intermeddle with the angels, and when she sings we no longer hear human voices instead we hear angels singing.
Sometimes am tempted to call you ANGEL, cos I believe you look like one.
Your sun smiled on earth,
Bringing relief to our unquenchables
like the sun on the debris after rain.
so she breaks emotional discords
by establishing tranquillity and peace.
With your golden set of white teeth,
are floods of gentle words.
Your gentle nature is phenomenal, it flounders you in to a purple world.
Making your memories flow in our minds,
Like the daily blueiwish clouds of the sky.
You're a blue moon of a natural sky.
You're a broad leaf of inspirations,
Fanning and fanning the embers of our souls
You're a jug of fermented wine,
Your appeal pervades the core of our world,
It grips our thoughts greatly to an incredible depth.




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