My Dimple Minstres Poem by Abdulrasaq Akingbo Okanlambe

For, soo lucky we met
Either for me or her
But is extremely lucky,
to be a knight and minstres

My princess,
My dimpled Aminat
Soo much interest I have in thee.
From where I should explain

My adore love in thee
From head to toe?
or toe to head.
If she promised to live hundred
I will live hundred minus one; so i will not live without her.

This love cannot betide
O' my love where are you
Be with me and I will worship thee.
She was named Aminat.

From day to day!
My love grew like vegetable
but faster than rose.