A song. (For Ifeoma)

She walks on the fluffy grass of the blessed,
With purified feet, like the new princess,
Like she walks on the warm floor of my heart,
Making me feel the footsteps of love.

I  met her during the days of wet dreams
When the heart is locked in a spell-
The undying spell of affection.

And since then, I sing no more about the gods;
I sing no more about the festival of new rains, rather,
I sing of her, the fair lady
Of my soul.

Ifeoma is the fair lady,
Beautiful beyond words,
tugging on the hems of my life,
Moving me to her path.

She is the fairy in my dreams
That makes me plaint,
When I wake,
Her name on my lips

Now, I sing no more of the green ladles of the rose gardens;
I sing no more of the yellow women of the gold city
Because, Ifeoma is here .

Happy birthday, dearest. Cheers!