ROMANTICISM_'WHEN LOVE INTOXICATES' BY OLUMIDE TZEBLON

Dedicated to Fatimahzahra bint Daud.

See her descending the crags of kimlah,

darling one/ chosen gazelle of solomonial fields,

she isn't just a door– she has a lock, 

with her nothing is something,

some nights can't evade the plague of the sun

and that is why they shrink away from you,

my dear,

Look what you've done....!

You have singlehandedly murdered simile

in its struggles to compare your flair !

One moment turned two

and I have become intoxicated with your wine,

smile my dear,

make the buffalo shiver,

vultures don't have a place here

because our abode lives in our mind and heart

to feed me,

feed me

but you know I'll never get enough of you.

ORIPINYE OLUMIDE

(TZEBLON.)

The bard confesses his love to a woman and he tells us his hunger for her is ceaseless.