A Wish At Seventeen Poem by Folayemi Akande

I've thought always of you

As the wild rose in perfection,

So fresh and full of hue,

Flaming from streets within coasting sky,

Where the angels at dusk abode,

Accustomed by awesome breath of spring,

From the freshest bosom beneath.

My words are lost in count,

For your queenly voice elates my soul,

Your dark dangerous eyes,

Against the lightening pricks

At each sprawl of the sassy pedantic sun,

Longing in eternity to what your beauty's worth might hold

In the smiling face of the moon by the death of the day,

For I bear a mirror of you
At the shore of my teary heart,

For through this means,
My gasping days are prolonged.

In this delight, I soar glee in fleet of adornment,

My delusions have hunted my inner realm

It wears no crime to my instinct

That I slayed the butterfly

when our gazes met,

I thought your flaming locks of auburn hair

Was thread that mends a broken heart

I'm gracious to feel the soft radiance of your ivory skin,

I thought I would never tell a tale

About the adventure of your Voluptuous red lips and how keen it marvels the heart,

In respite of my wishes,

I desire to pass my long love days

Through your soft gentle breath,

I desire to tell the world that the race for that lasting veil of virginity is by your modesty crowned,

I desire to love again because you have set me on this path.