My Straw Berry

My Straw Berry

The dynamic dynamite
With dinner-might to serve
Her king, a buffet of love
Without a serf.

The Queen whom
I can boast of
To anyone I come across.
I can tell it, even to the walls
Of how sweet she is.

My Angel!
Slim as straw, sweet as berry.
My strawberry!
You’re so amazing.

I want your name to be my pillow.
That I may have a sweet Eve.
You’re the Eve I want for this
Night of Christmas.

My straw berry,
Ife tiwa oni daru!

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