OMOBUKOLA........

This is a beautiful poem that a friend of mine wrote for me on valentines day. Needless to say it is one of the best poems I have ever read, maybe because it is about me(ok theres no maybe). This boy is exceptionally talented and already has a published book of poems, some even written in yoruba. If I am ever feeling low, I read this and it brings me up, it is definately one of the best gifts I have ever gotten..........Enjoy xxx



OMOBUKOLA

The workmanship of your beauty
Is like the wheel of art
Where the clay of eulogy
Is sat upon the pedestal of the cunning hand


One by one the thread of your grace is woven
Each is a date I celebrate as a festival of purity – sophiat


The tanned cascade of heaven as a mortal piece
You are heaven’s showpiece of ornament praise

From where do I begin
Of what do I desire
She is a lease of beauty
Heaven extolled earth with

Many nights glistened of a thousand supplications of grace
You are the sparkle Venus was named after

Sapphires, rubies, emerald and jasper
Sardius, topaz, diamond and beryl
The carbuncle and the gold
Above all, the most precious bears your name


By the multitude of blessings
Earth was blessed by your creation.


Forth from the brimming flames
The crown of gold lustre’s her pride
But beyond the circumstance of all imaginations of all beauty summoned-
I entreat your favour – the fashioned gift of God

Each day is pondered with the horizon of what shall be
The vision of you is a saunter of thoughts of heaven above

Blisters of coal, amber of flair
Refined over seven chambers of purity is the christen of you
The voice of the morning is the song of the linnet
She’s the prosperity of day foretold
But you are breath of music she whistles in harmony



She was born in many beautiful ways;
My choicest – purity

Beauty is a scent of attraction;
The fragrance you wear.


Tender as the care of wool
Such is the cushion of her spirit
For her soul is a nestle of love
The comfort of peace and poise


Scarlet thread; the fleece of her lips
Swarthy charm; the grace of her skin
Clad of clay
Vessel of virtue
The miracle of birth born this day

Courtesy of sunshine
Model of the noonday
Her smile broadens the horizon a blessed day

Entitled of a name wealth prospered
The heavens rained odours upon her date
Like a pulse of admiration at divinity
The generosity of her spirit endears my fascination

Flutter like a butterfly
Impulsive as the weather
Free as the skies to soar
But unique as the personality of identity



The span of the night
Is the rest where dreams lay their head to chant
The cleansing of day is the brim of light
Labour hires her wage
But the thought of you – your cuteness
Is all the inspiration of this venture


From the foundations of the earth
God made your being
From the outstretch of the north
Which he drew out of an empty space
He extolled his love for you
A love song was thus composed by talent of heaven –wherein you were born
Little wonder I admire what I see.

Model of the studded dusk;
Metaphor of beauty .

By D.D