What we love more than what we love

I revel in the semi darkness of eventide
I enjoy the texture of gospel music
I go into a comatose
If I see a plate of hot amala
All saddled with ewedu, gbegiri and assorted meat
When lovers do a number
Under the umbrella tree
Confessing sweet nothings
I wish I was the one .
I dance turkey at the touch of your hands
Placed recklessly on my shoulder
The loyalty in your eyes
Allows me focus on eternity
I think I love all the strings attached
The perks
The pouts
Kisses and tickles
There are one million things I love
But I love you more than them all

Bose