In the North, where war’s cold grip did hold,
Amina and I, our love, a story untold.
Two hearts entwined, then cruelly torn apart,
The pain of separation, a dagger in my heart.
Years passed by, I felt a part of me had died,
In the darkness of war, I could no longer hide.
The memories of her smile, her laughter so bright,
Became my beacon through the endless night.
Anxiety gripped me as the news arrived,
Amina, my love, might still be alive.
The hope, the fear, a storm in my chest,
Would she return to me, in this land at rest?
Then the message came, like a breath of spring,
Amina was alive, oh, what joy it did bring!
Her return was imminent, my heart danced with glee,
But would she still love me as she used to be?
The day finally arrived, with bated breath I waited,
At the old oak tree, our love unabated.
When I saw her, my Amina, in the golden light,
Tears of joy filled my eyes, and my worries took flight.
Our hearts reunited, the love still so strong,
In each other’s arms, where we truly belong.
Amina’s homecoming, a tale of love so divine,
Together once more, forever, you will be mine.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 