O come my love, O' come my beautiful Nightingale.
O' come my love, let the wind of our love blows cold.
My love keep me far from the coldness of these world.
Drain life's bitter cup from me my love,
And bring me happiness.
Come be my light so bright,
O' come be my undarkening door.
Like a tumour in my brain,
Tormenting me with your love,
O' my beautiful bright seagull.
Our feelings is strange to tell.
We felt deeply for each other,
We will embrace, we will kiss,
We will never fight, we will get on very well.
Our feelings is strange to tell.
We felt deeply for each other.
Nobody can explain our adventure,
Since fortune will steer us together.
Our jokes we will happily share.
When the day is ending and night is born,
Up there in the sky;
Our love lies frozen.
O' come my summer sun,
My fashioned flame.
O' come my love,
Give me a bunch of dew fresh flowers,
It may be my last.
I cannot live in the future if you are gone;
The present is all I ask.
O' come my dreaming Dear,
Dry my watery grave en-slaves.
I had trade my soul to the devil;
And place it for our love.
These planet is a lonely jungle without you.
O' come my flashing flash,
Let not trust the sunset,
Heaven forbid us having a silent approval of our stubborn clouds.
These farm is our fantasy;
If we can take a look after ourselves,
Never minding taking a look at anybody else.
O' come my beautiful witch,
I am drunk for you;
Drowned in the sea and dead in a ditch for you.
I am a lonely man with fingers on the future.
Free me with a touch O' dove divine,
Let our love never vanish through a haze.
I will check the clock,
I will walk the block;
And check the door,
And kill the lonely night of Valhalla's Valentine.
I will welcome what tomorrow brings.
O' interlude of my eyes,
Bring me fresh flowers from your wetting rain,
Let the trees, the beach, and rocks;
The lion's lair is my stealth,
My health is now my only wealth.
My voice in-love as a sweet concerto.
I am the golden god in exile.
I have been sealed tight in irregular pots,
Only you can bring me out;
Like a pilgrim who sees the healing god in his dreams,
So is my heart wanting nothing more than you and me;
Lay down under the seeded green grass.
I was lonely; I made my wishes to the blazing summer sun,
And the midnight moon.
O' come my fanatically vicissitude.
Let us play it again,
Our emotions.
Let poetry be the solution to our every situation.
Let our love re-invades us;
Our lives will re-start when we kiss.
O' come my Nymphet nostalgia.
I am stubborn, original and young,
What says you?
I am the golden god;
Waiting the day you say kiss me specially.
I await a day she will say to me;
Trace a design with my lips to show the way to my hips.
O' come my celestial waters,
It is a drowsy day of bees sucking honey from friendship.
I am like a stray fish out of the sea,
Lost in love;
Come take me into deep waters,
I am helpless like a worm by the wayside;
I am sheltered from the stormy blast of loneliness.
I am the lame man on the blind man's back,
Both of us going to the saint for a cure.
In my dreams, we had walked these road together.
If it turn out that we never find the end?
Let Jill pick the pill till the spell is re- awoken;
Ours is the spell of love-tales.
O' come be my light so bright,
Like a pilgrim who sees the healing god in his dream,
So is my heart wanting nothing more than you and me,
Lied down under the seeded green grass.
O' come my green grass,
Offer me fresh flowers under the unholy moonshine.
O' come O' come my Nymphet,
Let Valhalla's birds sings our tales;
Let blue light of the moon give us chilly light by night.
Let the pirates, let us dance to the maiden mermaid ballad;
For in her rivers our lives reborn.
Let us appreciate the rain and the sun,
The purple mountain and the silver rivers.
O' come my shinning shield,
Acts a shield for me,
And let not snow nor rain,
Sun nor wind ripped me apart.
Take my kidney as nature's creature before grass scratches through our path.
Let our folklore be told to the children unborn.
Let the truth be left unspoken of our myth.
O' come my morning Dew,
Come here and now,
Let our love begin.
For it's in her tales of the self-relating to the other,
That we will discover again in-love.
Our imagination playfully continue to create and re-create events summoned by our love.
O' come my dearest Antidote.
Like a Vikings venom,
An ethical summon at the cold hand we hold.
As rainfall in sunshine,
We do not fear when some nights rise up wise.
We shall walk in our narrow path;
Our heart worried lonely like the waters,
Cold as sadness drops so deep.
O' come my blue bird.
It is time to discover the origin of the universe;
With our poetic verse.
Let us paint pictures with our poetic license as we rush and push our love to recreate.
I am going nowhere;
I love these earth, Because you are in it.
Your words has grown so deep inside my world;
My feet followed yours even as I lay secure in your embrace.
O' come my precious Prince.
O' come my poet,
Say poetry to my dying soul;
O' come; my heart beat calling you gently.
O' come O' come my blue bird;
Let us go home now!
By: Prince Ojoka
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