You Are Poetry Poem by Bash Mutumba

Your eyes my doubts do tear
Like a couplet by Shakespeare
The tip of your cute nose
Is the metaphor for a rose

The scent your breath accrues
Is purer than haikus
Your white teeth and pink gums
Make perfect rhyme columns

The talk you dialogue
Is Dante's monologue
Your wit flow's not averse
To contemporary verse

The complexion of your skin
To Da Vinci's works is kin
Soft iambs your pulse pumps
With rhythm like in sumps

O' your shape does befit
A Patriarchan sonnet.
And your feet move like the ones
In Spenser's catchy lines

I can't declare desire;
You have Wole's satire!
The darkness of your hair,
Waves dirges in clear air.