Treasure Island

Olukayode Olugbemi


Just A Letter To Oluwatosin


Obeisance I must pay to this queen
Like the faithful steward who never loses guard
Unblemished beauty like the ‘Queens’ queen
Whose beauty comparison I find so hard
Attraction I find irresistible
Topaz ring I might indeed offer
Obsession not quite stoppable
Sensually making her hater a duffer
Intelligence and intellectual beauty so vital
Novelty in her beauty always hysterical
Just a letter to OLUWATOSIN

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 01, 2013

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This is a poem just to appreciate a friend who bears Oluwatosin, and each line starts with the alphabet that makes the full name 'OLUWATOSIN'

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