Da Vinci did not paint the right Mona Lisa,
If God made a woman from scratch you would be the standard!
Beauty and grace as that of a Swan,
Elegance in the stride as an African Gazelle, agility as a Panther
Intelligence of a sage, it’s so difficult to find a complete woman nowadays,
I’d like us to go on a vacation, I’d love to go with you to Pisa.
On your mandate, I stand steady, I love your skin tone, very fair — I could compare you to custard, let me be your vanguard.
You act too hard, too tough for my fancy, & let me crack your pattern.
You made me fall like Jericho at first sight,
I mean, I’ve seen a lot of faces and women, but not many are fine, I’d be proud to call you my dear.
I love your hairstyle and your birthmark, your skin tone.
When you came into my life it was like God’s word, cause you came with good light.
I love your gap tooth and your brown eyes, anytime you come around you change the atmosphere.
Many boys are like ants all over you, some play, some cheat, but I’m different — don’t put me in the zone.
You look so bright when you’re sun-kissed, it reminds me of African skies by moonlight.
Loving you is primary, it’s only you no plan B, losing you is my greatest fear.
Even if you had a twin I would still choose you, I could tell you out from a twin or clone.
All my life I never star-gazed, but for your sake I’ll become Achan.
Cause if I can’t have you no one else should,
We go together like the colors red and wine.
I live for you like Jericho, now I feel like a happy man.
You’re all over my mind, can you throw me some wifey vibes?
Just open up baby, I love your decency,
You have no rival, so please love to be your only choice.
Do without wasting much time, I would like you to be M-I-N-E.
You went around my heart 13 times.
Your friends say it’s over, but I won’t give up.
I know you’re not Mofe Soji, but 12 doesn't make it complete so let me be your plus one.
And I can’t lie, I fantasize, and I’m in love with what’s on your chest, I love that G cup.
I love your scarf and low-rim glasses, I know other guys like you, but I really care.
Give me a chance and I won’t fuck up.
When I text to check up and there’s no reply, I get a scare.
So tell me what’s popping, tell me what’s up, I can’t wait to see you again in your white skirt and black crop top.
So I guess this is goodbye for now my butterfly, I can’t wait to call you baby, see you later dear.
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