Awelewa to your beauty the beats,
of my heart has openly pays homage.
for no masquerade listens to
beatings of the
bata and forfeit it's legs to journey to the land of
slumber.
Awelewa like a baby I would throw tantrums
watching you swirl you waist across my rusty hut.
and without purpose I will besiege the gods
with curses asking questions as to why I am
being tormented by the goddess of beauty
herself.
Awelewa, though I lack the riches to buy you
wrappers and beads
but surely my arms are firmly built to harvest
enough tubers to roast,while we watch our love
unfold, like the famous stories of our forefathers
fighting the colonial masters.
Within my dreams Awelewa I have been
tormented,
by the sweet fragrance of your dark soft skin,
and many a time I had wish to live forever in
my own world of dreams.
But Awelewa before your age grades
like a fire rejecting a drench wood,
You firmly denied your feelings.
and when alone by the moon and the stars
you will swear that your love is but true.
Awelewa by the saying of our fathers;
surely time awaits no man.
Do step out before the world Awelewa
to profess that our feelings are mutual,
for I am to anxious a father to tell our
children; and thus we lived happily ever after.
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