Dearest
My love for you keeps me away from the rest
Your love I felt in my heart, for the first time I set my eyes on you, I need not any test
My heart has been of pure love for you, as a perfect farm harvest without any pest.
Need I slow the constant thoughts of you, or make a haste?
I'd rather take the latter rather than the former
For who could blame me, when I have my perfect taste.
And in my heart, you'd never be a guest, oh you my dearest
By Hauwa'u yusuf
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