I’ve not met you,
But I know what my expectations are.
Not officially authorized,
But I know what my intentions are.
I don’t desire to know what your perfections are,
But I trust God’s divine intervention.
Hundred percent IQ, best among her circles and cliques,
Sharp bright eyes, French-speaking Lady.
And all other imaginations, I’m done.
I’m done expecting perfection from a single lady,
When I’m just the opposite.
I now understand that we cannot be completely apart, but together.
In this, I will have no regret, so I make my promises anew.
I’ll love and cherish you-
When life brings us together and death tears us apart.
I’ll pray for you,
Not prey on you to get under your pant.
I will patiently wait till we meet,
Daily watering my genuine love to stay alive like a plant.
You are beautiful, you are strong,
I know this because you are my complete half.
I promise to listen to all you have to offer,
And not lose you at the altar of complaint.
This isn’t brag or a boast;
I’ll rule you from land to coast.
Till with love I do oat-
To the unknown but known you.
Written by Soyemi Obafemi (Da’ King)
obafemiemmaanuel7@gmail.com