An Eulogue Never Told Poem by Folayemi Akande

A mighty heart with vastly a word to say.

A tossed mind sky high over a star so bright,

So luminous that replicates the ones in her sparkling eyes,

I beseech you, my lady, attend your gaze elsewhere

My finger is braced with the golden crown of marriage

Therefore imprisoned by my true lover's vow.

This night with the wooing nightingales shall lend their state,

Men might to your wonderments find an eulogy,

For what of beauty shall they sing if not your praise?

Fore this day, Shakespeare to all that's comely hath said

But an imagine homely as yours,

To their hall of fame shall bear

And I shall mourn my unperversed moments with you.

For you are the divine beauty of their time.