My Beautiful Woman Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

Dark is the colour of her tender skin

Exactly the colour of fertile earth

She is as soft as water-melon

Her favourite fruit

Her melodious voice would teach singing birds

How best to attract more listeners.


She is beautiful

More beautiful than reknown queens and princesses

Even mistresses and concubines of kings and lords

Can not match her beauties

Had Jack seen her, Rose wouldn't have desired him

Had Romeo seen her, Juliet's little beauty and dying life wouldn't worth a penny

Let to say his lowly life

Had I not known her parents

I would have summed her for a fallen angel that had come to torment me.

My woman is beautiful

Her natural beauties can only be from God

Not medicure or pedicure that react under intense weather

Her beauties glow when the sun sun high up

Neither cold nor storm could made away with her beauties.


Her hands always look to hold me

Her firm breasts ever ready to support my troubled head

Our tantrums are like that of kids whose mothers have gone to markets.

No wonder I always want to be with her

I run like school boy every close hour into her waiting arms

Without remembering to say goodbye to colleagues.

I am glad to have you

You are an opportunity I wouldn't let slipped away

You are the answer to my fervent prayers

You are the good thing and I am the favoured one that the Holy bible talked about

When finding wife.