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