Treasure Island

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.

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013
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It portrays a lad brooding over a lass' insensitiveness to his feelings.

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