We have our silhouette against sun rise,
When we stand, staring in our grey eyes,
Yet the sun may bear witness to this tryst
Tag: Love song
I picked a pretty fruit
Which reminds me of you
Grey eyes and elegant
There are many fruits
But you are just exotic
A fine and pretty sight
You are an amazing fruit
Like the seed of Sunflower
Sweet to keep my days light
You have become my fruit
The sunshine after darkness
My best friend; humble and sweet
Teach me to Love you again
For our love’s memory
I cherish your love dose,
Your care and your beauty,
Each time the swift sun rose
Gracefully, I recall our hopes…
But the candle light dwindles
And I miss you, now that it faints
Teach me to love you again
Embrace me when I fail;
The hugs, cuddling, I’ll relearn-
For this promise won’t go ill
And our efforts won’t flop…
Now genuine affection will rekindle
Our fire, slowly we’ll retake all we lost
Muse: To the end of the Day
Towards the end of the day
I shall lay my head on your thighs
To behold the glittering stars
Muse: Cymbals
I fail when I break your rule
Be rest assured I still love you
For even when the sound of drums and bass guitars go faint
Your peaceful cymbals still play down the sorrow in my heart
Love song: When you smile
I remember the first time you looked at me
I watched my feet dance in my long walk
I knew the celebration that came from love that stayed a while
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I remember the first time you smiled at me
I felt my heart dance and rejoice
I was happy ’cause your smiled touched a part of me left out
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So when you look at me, I am full of joy
When you smile, I feel love in many tongues:
I love you, Ina son ki, ahurum gi nanya!
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Commentary
Africans are known to express love more verbally. This little piece, perhaps is a song I wrote to celebrate love. Mind you, I love a lot. My concern goes extensively to the preservation of nature. Much harm have been done to the Earth. But it is left for us to try to reverse the trend.
Ina son ki: Hausa language to I love you
Ahurum gi nanya: Igbo language for I love you
Ladawa: An African love song
When you look at me, it tells me many stories
I drown in the ocean of thought and love
Will it be your slim hands or the flowers you wear
Or the hair do that celebrates the African woman?
You smell like the morning dew on roses
And sometimes like mint mixed with guava!
And when you smile at me, I swing like the monkey
Through branches of abundant joy and desire
I call your name; Ladawa, my own Ladawa
Softly, you whisper back like the mambas spit
I am very obsessively happy calling your name
So let the forests, the hills standing and valleys lying hear
Of my strange love song for you dearest one!
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Commentary
Ladawa is a made up name.
A lovers song
I will hype you everyday
Twist your curly hair,
Sing quietly even when you sleep
Write my poetry with my fingers
On your bare naked back
I will tell you my imaginations, my tales
And when we elope…
It shall be to the countryside
Far away from any town or village
Far away from peoples stress
We shall live with the wild
The flowers and life around
When the night falls,
We shall sit together
To watch the moon
Sing with the night
Our own lullaby and tale
Musing: Hollow Heart
Do you know many who had looked through this heart
Saw nothing and left it hollow as it was?
But you came and made me sing like a baby
You saw the hollow in this heart, and filled it with melody
I tap my feet, I call you my wife, you are my perfect rhythm!
Ringing bells, cymbals, play your tune in my quiet head,
So I clap my hands now… For the way you make feel
Is more than anything and your love song is tasty
Intoxicating like the grape wine, something sent of Nature,
Yes, you make me dance like a mad man,
And I will dance, to show you how much you mean to me
Your song is my balm; healed my hearts hollow ailment,
I am so in love with you!
Muse: Strings of Love
Will you know true quietness when you see one?
Sure, I have heard the Pines sing a decade old song
I have felt the touch of Agape’s own hands on my soul,
I have watched as the waters rushed thru the stream
And I have listened to my heart play strings of love
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Your love drives the engine in me, it fuels my mechanics
I walk with hope, I walk with your love that gave me hope
The days grow old and wither, the youth I see in you remains still
I swim in an ocean of sharks, your love are my guardian sharks!
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The strings of love held us like a Dove tether’d to a heavy rock
I stand as this rock, ageless and fixed thru the long hard road
Yet you travel thru my youth, spreading your love like flowers
All over the way, all over my hopes and all over my dreams!
My Love
Onyinye Chukwum!
The pearl that shines with the sun,
Your skin glitter like pretty diamonds
Upon the darkest of nights you shine
From the Earth to the heights of Heaven
Your thoughts come to me like fine wine!
The love we share knows no bound
It is like the harp and the players fingers
A pure harmony brought to Earth by God
Nothing puts the Almightys will asunder
The songs we share, like the fable
Like the folklore sang by country shepherds
On green fields it becomes lively and able
As the shepherd walks before the hungry herd
The dreams we share, gave me a new life
A compass, a direction and a pathway
With you by my side, I soar to new heights
Your love kept me alive and brighten my days!
The love we share, a beautiful testimony
I desire your quiet look, your simplicity
A dream come to pass for you and me
For now I realize you were for real
Translation.
Onyinye Chukwum! An Igbo exclamation meaning my gift from God!
My Love Song
Glittering stars.
The night is alive
Airs of the day
Fireflies of the night
The grey moon;
For all had gathered
And to see this love
They have come
Waters rush in haste
Upon the little tide
Of the Stream
And her waterfalls
Sweet spring!
Pulling the stubborn fern
And the stray crabs
The cymbals clash
As drumsticks beat
The leather of the drum
The trumpets sound
Crickets of the wild
The silence of the heart
And the quietness of peace
Such was me
Such I longed to be,
Such was my love
Such was my passion
Such was a moment
Ever perceived as magic
Which must not last
For a thousand years
And such must be life
Nevertheless.
But I know…
Even as the beats go slowly
Yet my fine songs still sing
And to the night…
Were my memories clash
A fond goodbye I say