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I
Yours is a mystery no mortal man can comprehend,
and your name which I mistook for my sister's, is a riddle
that would remain unsolved…
I have searched and searched within the recesses of my heart
since we parted at the crossroads
to know why my heart suddenly fell
like a fly into the spider's web, like a creditor's call
on a debtor's door,
like rain on a sunny day for you (a stranger)
on our first coincidental meeting,
and why it never stopped falling…

II
Weird as it seems,
the resonance of your soft contralto voice
lingers in my head
as if it were moments ago, and I feel
the reverberations against the daunting din
of the crowd that encompassed us…
The image of your slim black body stands in my mind's eyes
like slender palm on a bar beach, 
and the perfect projections on your comely face
reminds me of my mother in her prime
when maidens prided in the sanctity 
of their innocence
and thinking of you lulls me to sleep, to daydream 
youthful dreams of her
in whose shadows I weaned…
Doyin! Lightfooted archer* on the wings of fate-
the suppleness of your black skin and your matchless manners
are true reflections of your untainted roots,
and the playfulness in your cultured tongue exalts you
amongst the silken daughters of Eve
(and are mere reminiscences of our first meeting)
How can I define your superlative beauty in verse?

III
Doyin, you are not one of my sisters,  you are not my mother's daughter
yet, since we parted at the crossroads,
I have been in despair longing for the overwhelming ambience 
of your sisterly warmth,
to hear the sound of your tender voice resonate
in my head down to my heart,
to feel the enlivening breath of your inner bowels,
to rest beneath  the sheltering canopy of your hair, and 
be enlightened by the magic splendour 
of your bespectacled eyes…
Doyin, I long to bridge this river between us
to reach the enchanting realm of your refreshing countenance 
and dwell therein within
the friendly fountains of your heart.
But since we parted at the crossroads,
and you went your way while I stood watching,
the image of your fetching figure 
lodges in the chambers of my heart like a golden fleece

IV
And why my heart suddenly fell for you
I cannot tell…

Was it for your fetching figure or matchless manners?

I still cannot tell

I leave it to fate…
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