Òrekelewa: The paragon of beauty.
Our love won't die; this is optimism
And I vow to check on your welfarism
I will accept your faults with stoicism
Because to you, there is no comparism
Òreke! I have searched the South
Before I traveled to the North
I did not find a bird like peacock
Until I found you at Babcock
I know it sounds pathetic
But I'm honestly being realistic
I know you will be ballistic
That's why I'm making my feelings poetic
Listen to my love with stethoscope
If you can't see it with microscope
I promise to take it to a wider scope
Just believe me and be full of hope
Òreke!
I want you to hug my mission
And please don't play on my emotion
As I'm ready to give you love concoction
Even at the time of tribulation
Òreke!
Everyday your love is driving me cracy
Like being in a state of plutocracy
Òrekelewa! This is not a conspiracy
But a demonstration of 'Loveyoucracy'
Can't you see your love all over my body?
Can't you see I'm dancing without a melody?
I'm captivated by your love!
Like a softly cooed dove.
Reject not my proposal
Well, I'm at your disposal
As daddy's love is doing mummy
That's how your love is doing my tummy.
DEDICATED TO ÒREKELEWA
Written by: 'Abdulfatai Ayodeji '
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