selfless and bold, queen of my heart.
O sweet Maya won't you now rise?
And grace our sights with your black art.
You need not ask your count of worth,
thy wondrous deeds speak well of this.
My sweet journey to my rebirth,
I credit you with for I boast bliss.
I fear no more for my sick land,
for you have said she shall arise.
When worry ploughs, I bravely stand;
for I have help beyond the skies.
Your words have helped fill me with love,
I pray thee soar O gorgeous dove.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017
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