His name is Victor in the shirt of Loveth
Lonely was he before the love escapade flourishing like an
ancient market.
A market where everybody would love to trade
Because she is an expensive commodity protected by
aide.


Behold! I have found a lady, an African lady
Who works tiredlesslessly in the absence of lazy.
Holding her always makes me feel a baby
In my mother’s word, a girl you love make you feel dizzy.


Her black skin I am scared to touch
Neither have I seen a skin at such
Giving me the real image of African lady
Incomparable with white ladies in forty.


Her teeth, an advert in a close-up pack
A real confidence of never get sack.
In her lips the honey in the world,
Give me your love, I die with your sword.


In her daggling skirt, she walks like cat in curiosity
Marrying you is my priority.
Oh Lord! I have accepted your offer even though I am a
philosopher
In her presence I will rejoice and reject suffer.


I will obey since you I have been confessed
Lying in your chest always without stressed
I have a wife now, not a knife
What a beautiful life!

Doesn't this belong to the diary section.