by Lambon Salifu Muhammeed
I bid not a plethora of gold
Or silver for thy love,
Not a giant graceful palace
Or beauteous robes
Equal bid i for thy love,
All I bid is my heart soaked
With the juice of love.
From:
My One Hundred Years Old Words
Copyright ©:
Lambon Salifu Muhammeed
Last updated February 24, 2014