Anne's Engagement: One Poem by Folayemi Akande

Come come sweet friend grace thy steps where-from
Come see in what mold my man does trend
What mortal man nears earth in such form?
The kind that seem to make God a friend?
So priestly, he makes all colours blend.
Sweet Lord hear me for I mortal cried
His looks have splintered me for I tried
Not his leering looks can I deny.

Let's see in what motion his eyes chase
Maybe they ride in the path of mine
To give ver'ly his substance of praise
Not many men shall I graze the grace
For he is concoct of heaven's vine.
His heart is as humble as his face