Treasure Island

John Onyeme

(26 December,1990 / Delta State)

The Queen of my Heart


So alluring is the brightness of your eyes
No doubt, in them are some love spell
That's why they're so charming and wise
That I can't really tell
Whether my eyes have seen an angel or
The very goddess of beauty
You leave me to continue to adore
The sweetness of your purity

You walk slow; majestical like the fine cloud
Yet far from being boisterous or proud
Your tongue is so blessed with knowledge and soft words
That's why you control hearts like you're the queen of lords
As you can see, I have no option
Than to be your body lotion

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 30, 2013
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