Monday, 3 August 2009


By : Charles Popoola

A glory of the firmament
sweet presence of refreshing wind
your beauty torment
like a delicacy one can't seize

Beautiful indeed you are
the peacock amongst birds
flowers wither
but in this your glory glitter

Sweet is berry
and sweeter the fresh honey
but which dare compare
with your sweet cuddly cherry

Your eyes drown an army
they are weakened in the knees
their heart pound like drum bits of war
as they stare at you in awe
where will they find strength
before the cool of your breathe

Your smile is hypnosis
your voice spill prisms
a make of the seraphim
your beauty defies boundaries

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