Arewa Beautiful Belle
Arewa! The
princess of
my lord
Her face like a
shinning
gold
That shines to
conquer
my inward part
When hatred is
battling
with my heart
Oh! The beauty that
poet long to behold
But its a shame
My lord won your
heart
by fame
Then my sun is
ashamed
For the cloud gives
way
for moon to proud
Arewa, your beauty
clasped my heart as
if
to remove
Still i cried of love
Tell my lord that
love is
not fame
Since he can't water
your desert land
But if its a fame
Tell me i've gone out
of
my mind
Arewa, if the world
moves to my turn
tomorrow
Let me be the
landlord
of your heart
If my lord kills me
with
sorrow
I'll bear it just to
have
my painted grave in
your heart
Adesitimi Taiwo
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