by Christian Ifeanyichukwu Williams
Here I am,
Sitting in the middle of the night.
Here I am,
Looking at her feminine might.
Yes, I love her
I wish I can go up there
No matter how and what it takes to be with her
She is the treasure I hold so dear
The treasure that worth more
Than the secret city of Paititi
The gentle damsel that absents sore
I wish I can dwell with her in no man’s city.
The queen that brings joy to my soul at night
Since I cannot meet you there
I wish to prepare a place in a fortnight
To welcome you in the lost but found Amber room here.
Till you come my lovely Moon
Let the love I now sing sink into you.
As your light illuminates my soul to sleep.