I'll Search for the Sun in you Eyes

I'll go to through the seven seas,
Cross the Zuma mountains and Idanre hills,
Sail the Edo rivers
To find your face.
I will look through the sun if it's haze covers you.
I'll journey to the moon to savor your lips.
If the rain comes,
I'll take out lightening with my pouch,
I don't mind a disfigured limb,
If I see have to see you.