Paul Alowo
Omoyele, your dark brows and lustrous eyes
Leaves the sky teary
Your lips are filament of scarlet
The earth you tread is endowed
With pastoral eglantine
Your beautiful smile lights up the day
Like the burning disk of noon
Your nose – pretty pointed like Nefertitti’s
Rose high above like the spire
Of Saint Louis Cathedral,
Kissing the lips of gentle wind
Far above the scorn of mere mortals
You are the portrait in my heart
I find no words befitting to portray
My lines of poetry are only shreds of mystery
In you, I find silence a beauty
For you convey an aura of elegance!
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 6 July 2017.
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 6 July 2017.