THIS POST COINCIDES WITH THE WEDDING ANNIVERSARY OF MY BIG COUSIN AND SECOND DAD, PASTOR ADEWALE AKINADE AND HIS DELECTABLE WIFE, AUNTY FUNKE. MAY YOUR HOME CONTINUALLY BE A MODEL FOR EXCELLENCE AND UNADULTERATED LOVE, AND YOUR HONEYMOON WILL NEVER END
Butterfly flew beside me on the bushy path
Cute, sweet, and well blended colours it had
Out I stretched my hand to draw it nigh
My hand, fragranced aright
Butterfly chose to dance around me everyday
Said I gave so near what it sought so far
Giddy giddy I felt all within
For with me was the envy of all in the hills
An experience of sorts it was
For butterfly and me in turns
For I must stay well supplied in what fragrance
Butterfly loves to prosper, otherwise it flounders
Stay oh beautiful fauna
For on the bushy path are the wicked
Who seek to fall you in a clatter
Consuming the beauty you offer
I am @oscarpoems
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