My Moon Poem by David Ayo Olowoeyo

She would call me her star,
And i would call her my moon,
For long i have been a trier,
Indeed by her love i am stun,

I would run accross this land,
To those places of lives and sound,
With this little pen in my hand,
A better day may not be found,

i would write on every wall,
With this little pen in my hand,
Of our love that would never fall,
Spreading it to the heard and unheard,

Sure her star she would call me,
For a better day may not be found,
To expose her lovely feelings of glee,
In and out with her purest mind,

Dedicated to someone special, in kano state.