My Beloved Is Beyond Compare Poem by Folayemi Akande

My love's faint breath hast strayed as summer would,
When the frosty hands of spring hugs the skin's feel.
Her absence is of the feel of pale brood.
Had roses no red, life be damp without her thrill.

In her well of breath, she hath tent of scent
That reeks as a vast vine of seasoning
Plucked from the bed of daffodil descent.
'top her lips, a jar of divine healing.

She's tall as a fence, as of Jericho
Her beauty, has life's soreness utterly scorned
For God generously hast made her glow
In her mould of flawless African brun.

Her mouth's fresh as if plucked from apple tree
How beautiful her hips in her vestment
A round sculptor of true artistic fee'
That makes no fault but desirous segments.

Tall as fig, like nestles on a verdant slip.
Her teeth are like a cluster of cowry
That is washed from the bely of the sea.
Her hairs are like cottages nestling among greenery.

At her chest are all kinds of precious fruits
Each one, holding a stunning, luscious pose,
Tempt'tious as orchard, looking stern and brut
So is my beloved anywhere she goes.

Shall I not panick when she is home away?
When I know no right man makes her a foe-
But an ally to the content of sway
Such honour doth my beloved peril owe.

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