Adara Poem by JESUROBOOWIE GIFT IMAFIDON

The scent of the wildflowers
That fills my daily showers
The moon that rides my dark clouds
The reassuring voice on which my fears are shrouded
Adara, one whose smiles shame the moon
And causes my manliness to swoon
Captured by the touches of the still running waters
That set my heart no more to wander
the glorious fume of this early morning dew
That wakes my heart with so much ado
The mirror of beautiful reflections
that sends my thought into higher projections
Oh woman! Oh my gallant’s hope!
This flashes of warmth, please turn my house to a home.