A Love's Tale I.I Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

He'd seen something unusual,
Which to his eyes not casual.
His loquocious glottis couldn't keep the secret,
But it let out in a flip of minute.

Charry:
This must be a new face or perhaps and old in new,
For a old wine skin cannot bear the new.
The class often headed by variant beauties,
Beauties that had wrought many duties.
This face by familiarity to me is common,
Like the sun to the bragging morn.
Perhaps i'd seen her twice or once,
Perhaps eyes saw, but mouth denounce.
Can she be a student also in this college? :
Such beauty are meant only for the collage.