****** EIYE ILE MI OWON *******
1.
Eiye ile mi owon,
Dearest of mine pigeons.
Again time has come,
For you to leave home,
And journey over plains,
Resurrecting love slain.
Kiss sunshine, sniff weather,
Strutter and flutter your feathers,
Stretch claws, flap wings,
It's a lovely day, dance and sing.
Now you must proceed,
Healing hearts that bleed,
Planting affectionate seed,
Fulfilling passionate need.
Bring memories of glorious days,
When eyes did and tongues could not say,
Days in fantasy, night in sweet dreams,
Heart throbs and tear streams.
Your feet is shod, this letter take,
And forget not your homemade cake.
2.
Eiye ile mi owon,
Cleverest of mine pigeons.
He has seen her and would not stop,
Today he screams from the rooftop,
The days are slow, nights are long,
Lovesick soul needs a wedding song.
She know he can not be another,
Life is beautiful, they'll be together,
Through boisterous days and stormy nights,
Hand in hand through life they'll fight.
Unbending on a sloppy ride,
Teamed on a steepy tide,
Before the storm their love unite,
Overcoming, side by side.
Pigeon tell them it must remain so,
Even as love in splendour grow.
Loving eyes and glowing smiles,
Sailing beautifully mile after mile.
Your feet is shod, this gift take,
And forget not your homemade cake.
3.
Eiye ile mi owon,
Most discerning of mine pigeons.
Loveboats are rocking,
While some stand a mocking,
Remember promise, pledge, oath,
Be patient, struggle to keep afloat.
A thin line is between love and hate,
Apologise lest it'll be too late.
Keep minds open and listen,
In silence, learn what's missing.
If you could praise, if you could pray,
Things will turn out the right way.
Gloom flees, anger flies away,
To the dawning of a new day.
Fathers inculcate, sons emulate,
A splendid home, a lovely estate.
I say to many who see a puzzle,
With God all things are possible.
Your feet is shod, this plea take,
And forget not your homemade cake.
4.
Eiye ile mi owon,
Most tenacious of mine pigeons.
Patriach grey, Matriach grace,
A worn body and a wrinkled face,
Arms bear young with twinkling eyes,
Laughing bellies and contented sighs.
Mama's back, straddled babies,
Future nobles, tomorrow's ladies,
Women of honour, men with right attitudes,
Savouring success in humble gratitude.
A testimony the world bears,
Fear is seared because God is near,
Eternally remaining so very dear,
Through thorns, roses, pickles and pears.
Forgetting mistakes and forgiving wrongs,
Divine rhapsody, victorious songs.
Friendship mending, wounds curing,
Union everlasting, peace enduring.
Your feet is shod, this award take,
And forget not your homemade cake.
5.
Eiye ile mi owon,
Most blessed of mine pigeons.
It is glorious to live your life,
Relished with your youthful wife,
Through intimidations and shackles,
Against Earth's clenched tackles.
You could have the choicest husbands,
With ironclad wills and clasped hands,
Journey far, road stretched,
Secret unravelled, not far fetched,
The Lord wills you, be together,
Through trials and unfriendly weather,
Living happily ever after,
Basking in love forever.
He has said it, He tells no lies,
Give Him your hearts, he makes stronger ties.
You will not gnash and shall not wail,
For He promises and never fails.
Your feet is shod, this invitation take,
And forget not, your homemade cake.
Written by KUNLE OMOPE.
photo from google.com
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