Adegbite Adeyinka (14-05-1991)
Like A Rose
She wears a fragrance so refreshing
Her gentle countenance sparks a light;
Beauty clasps her skin like a fleshing
Her allure, no one dares fight.
Whenever she smiles, a merry band plays,
And if I say, she signals it stale;
So much I've heard their replays
Still my words bear a tale.
Thus, I treat her like a rose
Cos' she sees not the beauty I behold;
If I write a poem or prose,
The truth I have yet untold.
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