Why have you forsaken me without cause
When my heart is getting old and worse?
You left me in a shell of loneliness
When my ears yearn for your sweet tone.
You are fairer than a primrose,
Fairer than angels in heaven pristine.
You are clever and mindful with great feat,
And every story from your lips are great.
Shall i compare you to the morning dew,
Mellow and divine on my red-some lips.
O Sarah!, I will happily wait by the tree
At the crossroad of our glaring beginning.
©Okunola Peace.
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