My Queen My Beauty Poem by Israel Dammy Ipaye

Who dreams that beauty passes away
Like those dreams our dreamsm, oblivious many were they
Though with this sophisticated pride
We could behold the beauty we could not hide
But lady, had we but world enough and time
This coyness love could have been no crime
Because in due time the long preserved virginity
Turned to dustm, this grave fine and private place with beauty
No hot love I think do there romance
Let us now fly while we may with no pranks
With vehementness and curiousity should
We express our long lovings day, may be we could hear could
Hear the voice of the colourful birds singing
And interpreting our dreams perched on our udulating planes.