My Love Hast No Match Poem by Folayemi Akande

Would you better my loves gay, by day and night?



Can my fair love's, sweet love, in thy face eve' dwell?



To thwart her loveliest love's no mortal rite.



Such grace is betwixt caged the locks of pell.



In thy gaze are the false art of mystery.



My loves looks are like laurels on a knight;



That is unchanging in hands of history.



And upon her chest are fine castles built.



My love is more than another beloved.



For she is the fairest among women.



But thy virtue poised contrast than behooved.



So pale are thy thoughts, woven by craftsmen.



I'm my love's desire, her love is towards me.



Flee! if this i tell dost not sweeten thee.