Dear Asake,
Your love is the chorus on my lips
When all songs have ended
The little beam on the horizon
When the sun is set
Your love is the silver lining I see
On cloudy days

Your love is all I’ll have
When all else is gone.

The unbroken rhythm in my heart
Sans instruments
The syncopated beats I hear
Sans drums
I will traverse the Sahara
And swim the Atlantic
I will descend the Asal
And ascend Kilimanjaro
Borne on love’s wings Asake,

I will see you tomorrow
If the weather be fair.


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