I have formed this day a temple_
To loll your vase, even the pebbles.
Build me a shrine, a temple_
To worship your beauty in double.
You’re the string that bound lovers, a noble
Your fragrance sets free, the troubled.
You batten aloft the sky_
With lords of love soaring high.
You unite lovers to come nigh_
Just a glance and all is made right.
I cannot but remember that night_
Where your sight made all smiled.
Daffodils, a fruit of nature_
Sheby ìwọ ní òdòdó mi tòótọ́_
In you nature is honored_
Men on their adventure
To behold your nature.
Come! Come to me like a lover_
You cursed the little ones with laughter_
And filled their hearts so tender.
I have made your vase a banner_
And in my house you will be forever_
For all to witness and praise Jehova.
I stand at bay watching_
Learning the language of my ink_
Learning how to handle my pen ✒
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