Much More Beauty Poem by Kelvin Enumah

Beauty they say lies in the hands of the beholder, bet, I say here it lies in the hands of the shareholder, all I can see and know, is that it's like you crossing a border, it would only be joy to find out what's after the border of beauty.

It seemed to me like I wasn't seeing what I was meant to see; bit by bit I fell for the deceit,
freight caught hold of me with a strong sight, fitness came to me, though like a tack hit.

I say all this, because I've felt one, eyes; like that of a diamond,
flies could not even stand a look at it, iced bloods, ran through my veins at once.

Though I couldn't still believe what I was seeing, thoughts like; who is this? Tampered with my feelings, thorough shock ran through me like that off those that killed ‘tesla', thus, the only way to find out, is to test her.

From a distance, I could hear the sun cry, from that instance, I wandered about giving it a try, yet I asked myself; could this be one of those wonder fly? still, looking at the diamond eyes, and I'm just wanting to go fey.

Then I saw a smile that transits,
I was though still amazed at what I was seeing, that I continued to gaze at the point of forfeit, this must be an intruder to my mind! ! I insist.

I just couldn't fight and resist,
that I almost shouted ‘oh my gosh';
but in her presence I wouldn't try saying such, I must have my stand; I persist.

Never knew that figures applies to people, nervous at first,
because her skin was as fresh as an apple, but that mostly, made me thirst.

Smiling! ! ! All this just feels rumpled, asking, what could this be at this angle? Toggle me, I think I'm falling for a beauty, sorry; ; MUCH MORE BEAUTY.