Despite my disability to see the visuals as they are, and my inability to do the usual as I ought, yet what You saw is ability in this my disability and You gave me the agility to build on this ability.
The days I brought You shame, You did not push me the blame. When my game soiled your fame, Your love flame still burned the same.
When I slip off and fumble, I mean, each time I sleep off and stumble, you remained a humble partner.
Despite the irony in my love, You bear the agony for the sake of our harmony and so as to give me a grand testimony.
Your admittance to persist, despite that from distance You saw the emittance of resistance in my heart, is an unimaginable love. Despite the stains, and through the strains and pains, You staked Your royalty to show me Your loyalty.
Lord is Your name and love is Your game. Thank you, my Lover.
*Ife Eleyele: Yoruba adage for the unfailing love demonstrated by pigeons