Peter "Star" Owor ⭐

Oyin,
Oloyin we we mi,
Oranges of my eyes,
Orekelewa,
Goddess of beauty's favourite daughter.

I've loved you for so long,
Now I'm old,
Now my wrinkles show,
And my hair is rich with grey.

My pockets owns silver,
My pillows hide my gold,
I have farms with labourers,
I have a big heart, bigger than my huts,
I have love too,
I wish to give all to you.

I won't age alone,
Time don't love you as I do,
Soon your beauty would waste away,
Your moons would soon sag,
Your suitors would fade like the yellow flames above,
My Oloyin!! love me now,
Enough with the Shakara.
© Peter "Star" Owor