Obasi Okoro Stephen
Beauty Of My Lady - Poem by Obasi Okoro Stephen
The beauty of my lady
is making me lazy
to love other maidens of the world.
Such a beauty that healeth a man in the ward.
Her fragrance is better than the perfumes
of the rich arabian and fumes
as a gentle bubble in seven heaven.
The beauty of nature is just the speaks of your tongue and greater than raven.
My pranks about with thought angels is all false
when yours cometh in my force,
you're really spell binding and alluring...
The beauty of my lady the beauty of the rainbows.
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