The Face Of The Moon Poem by Mutonye wa Mutuku - B.M the Poet

The Queen's uterus was torn,
Then came a princess, you were born,
Destined to your bourn,
You opened your eyes, sharp like a thorn.

Smiling, winning, you grew,
Grew with the humbleness of an ewe,
With your ever shining eyes like the morning dew,
Everyday, you looked a new.

Your father calls you nitty,
Your mother calls you pretty,
Your admirers calls you beauty,
But I call you the holy city.

You have become the men's envy,
Women look at you with jealousy,
As you walk gently,
With a charming smile, which is friendly and deadly.

You are the face of the moon,
Forever I will feed from your love spoon,
In the morning and in the afternoon,
Because each day with you is my honeymoon.