Young as a circus parade
Pretty as a glass of pink lemonade
Dressed in a Gucci spaghetti gown
On the head a golden crown
Oil of Olay for the skin to supple
Lips naturally coloured in reddish purple
With dimples to edify the face
Queen of the night boost grace
With rhythmic steps that rhymes a tune
Bangles dangle in rhythm that is new
With a diamond wedding ring in the hand
I wondered who would be her husband
The lovely lips that has not been bussed
The hips that has not been touched
The blue eye that has never seen evil
The tender voice that has never wimple
The bust that stands like the Twin Tower
The sweet smell that ooze like a hibiscus flower
The lethal smile that determines fate
The lovely face that gives faith
Who is this creature without a name?
Who is this being that placates pain?
She changed the tune of my life
I don’t mind calling her My Wife!
Written By: Caleb A. Obiajuru
Pretty as a glass of pink lemonade
Dressed in a Gucci spaghetti gown
On the head a golden crown
Oil of Olay for the skin to supple
Lips naturally coloured in reddish purple
With dimples to edify the face
Queen of the night boost grace
With rhythmic steps that rhymes a tune
Bangles dangle in rhythm that is new
With a diamond wedding ring in the hand
I wondered who would be her husband
The lovely lips that has not been bussed
The hips that has not been touched
The blue eye that has never seen evil
The tender voice that has never wimple
The bust that stands like the Twin Tower
The sweet smell that ooze like a hibiscus flower
The lethal smile that determines fate
The lovely face that gives faith
Who is this creature without a name?
Who is this being that placates pain?
She changed the tune of my life
I don’t mind calling her My Wife!
Written By: Caleb A. Obiajuru
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