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Africa: My Idea of Love

You are my idea of love
The sun rising behind these hills
My morning dew and muse,
The songs I sing in my heart
And my secret joy and happiness

You are an elixir to my bones,
The unseen muscle behind
When I lay unsure of myself
You play strings of my heart
To make each day golden to me

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at www.oiroegbu.com/about

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