The dew is drzzling br Driving near to my painted laps br Soliloquizing the song of my ancients' lyrics br My heart wouldn't salient the truth br It is a functional fact to proffer br Why would she allow her tears? br Would it be that drum of an odd drummer? br Will she allow her breath along? br What an acumen of clergy br My hearts'all for you br To depress all your suitors' br My shirt weaved for you br In time of bethroten your nude br My hands swing around br Only to receive the glove of your history br Yet! My head would bend br For your warm night kisses br That bring the world great applausebr br Oluwole Olawale Michaelbr br