john chizoba vincent
An African Woman - Poem by john chizoba vincent
AN AFRICAN WOMAN
The lady in white has make me insane
With the blissful frangrances of her laughter,
Clouded with a beautiful image of love.
She is the art of my love's story riding
Holiness in the courtyard of my soul.
She mannered her attitude with soulful lullaby,
Behold her flashy teeth radiating like the sun
Put your ears to listen to her sweet song.
Behold her walks majestically as the queen of my heart, the air glorifying among the trees
Can't someone tell me who she is, married or not?
A woman of Africa, I presumed,
Her beauty penetrate into my heart amiably
With her blue charming eyes, she got me going.
An African woman, the beauty of the world
So tender, kind and endurable to nature.
Her appearance soiled my emotions and altered
My feelings of loneliness in the garden.
She walks alone with a basket in her hand
Receiving from nature the fruits of her labour.
An African woman, the mother nature's right hand
Make me your husband for in you lies my future.
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