A Poem For Bisi
Unto what shall I liken your voice,
Something far above noise,
What can I say on your poise,
A thing so beautiful I become shy,
I'll never complain, I can never cry,
For a voice so sweet, it makes me die,
Bisi, oh Bisi ! Be patient and abide,
And for a moment swallow your pride,
If wishes were horses so beggars do ride,
Then forevermore I would wish you my guide,
In eternal paths where the ancients hide,
I'll be by you always by your side.
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