My Beloved

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