Dedicated 2 U Somewhere In Markurdi Poem by Justus Cyril E

Her skin is like polished BRASS
that has just past through
the FURNACE of PERFECTION...

Her complexion, 'DARK',
but with a MILD TOUGHEN feeling
of a GODDESS'S touch...

When ever she smiles,
I am inflicted with a PAINFUL STING
that brings forth JOY...

and in her EYES...
I see my whole EXISTENCE
EXISTING in a form
I have never EXISTED before...

I begged for her touch
but with tears in her eyes she told me...

BE BRAVE MY LOVE...
BE PATIENT...

AND I WILL FIND YOU...
...somewhere in MARKURDI