My Oluwadetan

My Oluwadetan


I have read the minds of mortals like books with thousand pages

Scanned through hearts of creatures in a blink of an eye

Watched the glam of starry nights

Through the crescent birth of time in evening bloom,

Seen the shiny silvery coins mock the stains of sweaty face

And pretty gold stood the weight of fallen worth

But still my lady,

I have never seen a mind so calm in the midst of chaos like yours

Or seen a shiny smile so beautiful like an harvest of the sun’s gentle ray


I have seen the kingdoms of the earth in a flash of time

Learned about the deep treasures in Angels and Humans

Seen the distinct shades of natures in green around clustered trees

With curly roots tucked inside the earth’s bosom

Watched the stormy burst of the bluish Ocean, the smashing sleepless Sea

The silvery crown of the mountains with dews, dreaming delta of the river Nile

Sprinkling pattern of the dropping dew and an array of limbic lilies

But still my darling,

I have never seen a brow fondly wrapped with beaming smile

Or teeth with perfect gaps and matchless flaunt


I have seen the seasons of life and life of seasons

Experienced the taste of change and change of taste

The windy worth of winter’s wit, applausive aspiration of autumn’s hue

The steer of sporty spring followed by the sumptuous silk of summer suit

Fall and rise of water from a height, the matching boots of soldier ants

Gradient spread of the radiant raven across the glossy door of the sky

But my Oluwadetan,

I have never seen a lady as beautiful as you in daytime

Or found a lady born of woman as charming as you at night time

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