COME OUT.

My love for you burned like an inferno

And day after Day my passion continued to burrow

I called your name, from the heavens, even past Pluto

Child, I tell you, my love for you was more than that of Othello

Your face sped through my mind every day in a slideshow

I gazed at you like a child at a rainbow

You knew, but you dodged, and everytime I only saw your shadow

My love and your interest was in a counterflow...

Until one day, my love reached a pleateu

And erupted like a wild volcano

I found you, you found me, we merged and became solo

Together, we were finer than Marilyn Monroe

Whenever you cried, I was at your side pronto

But one day, I discovered your love for me was shallow

You loved his adornments and still kept his memo

You dressed like his children and still craved the ghetto

I don't understand how you claim to love me and have not my glow

Child, church never went together with disco

You want to be mine, but with the trend you still want to flow

From the world you keep seeing things to borrow

In Nigeria you conformed, but changed when you got to Chicago

Child you can't be mine if you still have your ego

There are things you just have to let go:

Their language and dressings, their hypes and gusto...

You have stayed enough in the mire, put an end to your wallow

Come out, child, from amongst them. Be mine in Nigeria, Chicago and Mexico

Be mine alone and quit playing PinnochioC

Come out child, or your relationship remains incognito

Come out before our love equals zero.

"So COME OUT FROM AMONG UNBELIEVERS AND BE SEPARATE,” says the Lord, “AND DO NOT TOUCH WHAT IS UNCLEAN; And I will graciously receive you and welcome you [with favor]," 2 Corinthians 6:17 (AMP)