My beloved killed me once,
And really, I died aptly twice
So badly, she fridges me to ice
At every sight of her elegance
The charming stare of her face,
Can a soldier’s frown calmly entice
Oh she shot me a smile with grace,
And there I died. I died there, once!
My beloved killed me once,
And really, I died aptly twice
She graved me with a warmth embrace
And therein, yet, I died more once!
-James T. Abel Adesitimi
