O fair maiden,
gifted with Medusa-like powers;
solidifying my broken heart with elegant stone.
She who is the water that can quell my fire.
I shall navigate high seas to the port of Aden,
to fetch you the rarest flowers.
For my emotions have been ignited by your Firestone,
sustaining me till I lay in your bosom, wherein I shall retire.
Though by many you have been forsaken,
and by your side, I may mirror a tower.
In my heart, you own the grandest throne,
with every beat echoing sweet keys from Cupid’s lyre.
I long to peer into your carbonado eyes,
that I may traverse the depths of your soul with your esoteric atlas.
Aanuoluwapo John Adesina - 2019
