Cherish, here am I bidding to profess
Your beauty within a sonnet confines;
But I doubt I can in some words express
What cannot be said in a thousand lines.
Corporeal beauty is common in truth,
But beyond that, you have a lovely heart
And of the many souls I've met, in sooth,
Dear, your beautiful soul sets you apart.
This sonnet is so simple - just like you
But I can only hope that like the moon
Or like the rose, it's striking like you too;
My quills cannot ask for a better boon.
Adebola, here's my pray'r for you today:
May you grow old in wealth with a heart gay.