Philothia Poem by Luminous Chama

Smile boldly bedight,
A dazzlin' girl in twilight's light,
Playin' with a smile in breeze,
As my sight sees, a day sung by sweet fine breeze,
A smile that these eyes rarely sees,

Her name was Philothia, and she was young,
At a school I was among,
I fell in love with a smile that I stared for a while, With this Philothia so young, in love this heart it did compile,
Seein' a serene seen at a single smile,

She was an earth, a tilth, in beauty's youth,
Such soothe sung at a face with a smile in truth,
To adore it all, the beauty in that smile she wore, And o'er a million glances and more, on her to pour,
Adoring this Philothia, so young I saw,

Much fire in my eyes alit by adoration of her smile's attire,
And came much desire, seeing her entire smile in photos she did not acquire,
At the school's entrance her photos were; 'twas a malady to stare,
Ah, without to spare, to adore her smile and hair, she was rare,
And I ne'er dare to compare such fair rare to any deceptive glare,

This Philothia, in sincere, her beauty was violently clear,
To see her near as I was young, in eternal adoration I adhere.