More than the catbird hate the cat.
More than sunshine hates the night.
That day, I hated you more.
I went; she’s crazy to think love above Allah.
I was this close from catcalling you.
I’m glad what reserved a man I am.
It is no cliché that I like you to the moon and back.
It is no cliché, your perception of Islam takes me aback.
It’s pushed me back twice now.
It’s made me so mad at you I said;
What a Nutcase!
This Buttergirl !
Can’t serve God coz she’s pretty?
There are many buttergirls, pious.
But nay ! We ain’t the same.
And I have seen you progress over the years, my luv!
“You said Love is the ultimate overcomer ”
Or I put your words as that!
It made me wonder.
But then, it occurred to me *Love does wonder!*
Your face is partly mine online Butter-girl!
Your cheeks are fresh corrants!
Crisp as apple!
Glim like the star!
The crease on your neck are perilous to the eyesight than the Green Laser.
Your smiles shocks the heart than a defibrillator.
You are sunshine!
I love you so damn much it literally hurts.
I’d love to say !
Who says you can’t be mine no more?
And if I am forever friendzoned, fantastic!
If you know me well, you know am not this vulnerable…
At least not used to it, not used to being so open emotionally, but ever sweet and romantic anyway !
I’ll gladly be friend zoned by you now but think me not far away!
Not so far away my stream swims into your heart every day.
Or your wind blow my heart every hour.
You know, I know, you can’t deny this rush!