Seyi Rufus Oluwadare


Beautiful Appearance III


I raise my trumpet above me and
I cried aloud to the world,
For I have seen what they have not seen.
Oh my people, I saw an Angel in the midst of mennnish with dynamic appearance and incomparable to any living sapiens.

In her ultimacy preternatural apparition,
She is Super, Hyper, Ultra, Most Beautiful among the angels and Megally talented with gifts of nature plus active intelligence.

Miss asterisk from Venus,
You are different from others in structure and posture.
I love your brilliant skin colour.
~ you are a young beautiful lovely lass.

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014

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dedicated to my fiancé: Mudasiru OLAMIDE joy
comment: she is the most beautiful lass in the world. I love her code.

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