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OMIDAN ORENTE AREWA

Omidan
Radiating serene atmosphere
Basking in the light glow of your care
Stunned, cant move an inch, like a deer
Caught in the headlights
The world is but a village
But the four corners of the village
Cannot produce another magnificent
Being like you. Most beneficent
Lord bestowed upon thee
Silky smooth shinning skin, sheen
Orente
The dark skinned lady full of lustre
Blinding beauty sheening so far
Seeing you gives me akinesis
Can't move breathe or giggle
Your smile like anaesthetic
Conscious but can't feel my brain tick
Radiant laughter made me apologetic
For sins of past and present and future
Arewa
Protuberant eyes got me captivated
Overwhelmed by your imperfect perfection
Full eyebrows turning me wandering
Through the depths of forest so deep
Omoge oreke to quintessential
I will praise your beauty a quintillion times
In all time and climes
Perfection Personified
# SOPHOCLES

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