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Yearning
Eagerly I yearn
For your love
For the sweetness of your youth
Oh, my pretty
I yearn for you
The solace of your warm bosom
The feel of your touch
Your seductive lips
The tenderness of your eyes
Your enchanting smiles
The charm of your gait
Your graceful looks
Will I ever have enough of you?
Danladi Garba Tal
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 17 May 1993, p. 42. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation visible in the archived page.