Abidemi

When I wrought out this running line:
My heart tells than what to say.
As we toss word by night with smile.
A soul in shade whose figure knew I not ,
Who's she that makes my night long?

If angel are born to raise on earth,
And they in nights and days tender soul.
Then bear this truth of a sane,
Knew I one, of no kind but one,
Abidemi, thinks I she bears.

Angel though harm with all to count :
With soul and life care she did chose,
Harm with needle and drip of life.
Knew I of her, a few, but not less,
A spark of light for all to live.

Would this letter bore her fame
Or what text could say "it"
All the best she have for all
And the night she bless me with
Hope I, to with this letter, she "giggle"

Author's Note

Editors seducer