I Thought It Was A Passing Storm Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

The first time on you I set my eyes
I hoped it was a storm that’s bound to pass
I rubbed my eyes
To make sure I was fine,
And shook my head to jolt it into line
Hoping it was a short-circuit
Or something of that kind

And turned my head the other side.
To check whether a change of sight
Can relieve the mind
Of the pressure building up inside.
But you proved defiant
And an unequal match
For my proud and wary heart.

You are full of life
Yet full of wiles
That has me blind
Making my heart cry all the time
Something I haven’t done for a long time.

You are the best and full of zest
An encounter with you
I must confess,
Always leaves me in a daze
Threatening to make me go insane.

It is not enough that you are tall
You are also bold
And damn beautiful to the core.
Your beauty transcends
Not only The curve of your hips
And the fullness of your lips
That beg for a kiss
But also the shape of your body
And the curl of your eye lashes.
It is beauty words can’t express.
Beauty I yearn to embrace.