At First Gaze Poem by Folayemi Akande

Lady, your voice is meek and fluent as your glance
You walked in as adorning a rose
To tell which is lovelier is slightly perchance
I will invest my gaze wherest thee goes.

If I to measure you, I'll make false compare
Such dishonour will heaven and hell dispaire
For you hath beauty than life could ever bear
If thy Pa is thy love, such love is sick I fear.

Gaze away from his chin, make me your vanity
Lady, commit not to yourself such disdane
For you are formed in God's purity
I'ii martyr for your heart, or to be your swain.

You're far worst than an angel to be termed as kind
Your sullen eyes are lonesome, men must be blind.