Close your eyes honey.
Take my friendly hand
Let me carry your worries
Close your mind ' s eye
I know a place you' d like.
I know of this island
It has a comfy house on the sea
shore ' s sand .
The house encircled with a plush
lawn ,
And on this island the sun never
frowns .
See her laying on the sea, but she
will be up by dawn .

Can you hear the sweet song from
the brushes ?
Can you see how the water , to the
shore , rushes ?
Look in the pretty clear sky
See the variety of beautiful birds
flying by.
Please honey , let me make your
heart smile .

In this sweet get away
let me bear your pain and kiss your
worries away .

Tell me that you love me and that you'll stay,
because time takes passion slowly away,
and I don't care if you forget my name,
but all the same,
remember how I made you Feel.

See, love is just a word with no meaning
and more than once I've been left dreaming.
Hopeless romantics can't compete
with how much I succumb to cold feet.
But, all the same,
remember how you made me Listen.

Smell the dead roses scattered about.
The petals die amongst new sprouts,
just as this, you spoke my name,
but all the same,
remember please, our Taste of freedom.

My Senses spin with unfulfilled desire,
and upon silent lips, the coldest fire.
Yet still, I wish to hear that phrase,
"I love you," more than ever these days,

but all the same,
and upon my name,

what you couldn't say
I cannot blame.

Tap , tap, tap and tap
Is all to hear , as my feet and the
floor clap .
Round , round, round and round
As we whirl in the music' s
rhythmic sound .

Play , play , play , please play
Those sweet songs and drive my
head hay,
As our souls entangle in the
ecstasy .
Oh , what sweet journey into
fantasy .
Let ' s dance again ,
My only repeller of sadness and
pain .

Let ' s dance again , but this time
slowly .
Hold me close and hug me tightly
So i can smell that sweet scent of
jasmine
And listen to the thumping of your
heart and mine.
Let ' s dance dear lovely angel
Till we fall asleep with a song of
handel' s .

I want to flip through the pages of your open book.
I want to start from the very beginning.
All of the hurt,
the joy,
the loss,
the love,
the sadness,
and the desire.
I want to experience it all with you.
I will dread reaching the very last words,
but until then, let me flip through the pages of your open book.

that day at the bank i fondly remember,
when you stood up to defend the stranger i was..
the smiles that followed left prints so deep...
as your caring self kept defending my me

i smile as i remember your voice loud and clear
as you gave instructions yet doing all the chores
leaving me to be "the child" that will make you proud
my mama you are....... the love cannot fade

i can't forget the moments of joy and sadness
always leading to a stronger us!

the days we wished never came.......
the peace we had never left.........
the joy we shared non can fathom
as your unique self is rare to behold.........

As night faded i remembered in my sleep that my mama so good was born on this day...........
I may not do all i ought to do
i may not say all i have to say
but i remember this day that you were born
for many may not know but "you are set to tidy the world"

For my roommate and great friend
* for the challenges we conquered together
* for that great bond of friendship
* for our joy that has no comparison

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY AMILY
    [for my roommate...........Udechukwu Lucy Amaka]

You're here
The sound I love to hear
The feeling that gives life to my entire system, even my strand of hair.
The anchor keeping my mind from roaming here and there,
Is nothing more than the feeling that you are here

You're mine
That sure sounds divine
And in sweetness you give my heart the taste of choice wine.
It's evident that heaven applauds the thought of I as thine.
So destiny's sure  fulfilled when you are mine.

We're bound.
Oh the perfect sound,
That speaks of you, the treasure, my heart has, at last, found
This fine thought makes the cells in my brain spin round.
And only gets stable when together we're bound

I flood in a river of comfort each time your thoughts rain on me
I go speechless that sometimes I wonder how could this be
The more I wonder, the more I get lost in this mystery
Because knowing you marks a new chapter in my history.

Two busy birds
that takes to the sky at dawn
the nest was a space
we kept somewhere in our hearts,
for a time too long.
Who did what to make it
a reality concrete
when we built it at last,
neither I remember
nor she. At the end we find
we two are the nest;
from there everything begins,
we stand losing in
each other's eyes and realize.