You are like an imported phone with a locked code
On which I’d to spend money just to decode
I wouldn’t mind if you promise your heart is mine
So together we’d be; sine and cosine
But then, your smile; it’s like my grandma’s riddles
It confuses me like Mr. Mensah’s mathematical puzzles
Whenever I deduce I should differentiate
You prove me wrong and make me integrate
With you, there are no constants, just variables
Your words are like apocrypha parables
For your inverted attitude, I’d apply a Fourier transform
To detect if to my likes you would conform
Don’t you see, these four alphabets I feel for you
Is making me breathless just like flu
Thoughts of you make this madness approach infinity
And I pledge I’ll be yours till eternity
Feeling your lips make my head spin like alikoto
And I wonder if you’ve fed me to Nogokpo
But I care not, be my wife and please say yes
And in my empire, you’d be the only empress….
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