And with a look made of all sweet accord,
your eyelids invigorates your personality,
and looking inward you have a sharp ability,
but seeking your love I can't be able to afford.
I know the texture of your beautification,
you have a high target in all justification,
look at your lips and finger nail's coloration,
you are full of flamboyant looks in decoration.
in my mortal soul I have set up a barricade,
against sparkling queens that are like blade,
now you've already brandished your identity,
I'm now taking cognizance of untold reality.
I have heard myriads of unfortunate lover,
who out of sheer folly in love broadly hover,
now he is prey of loss; everything has lost,
I'm taking a french leave for thou art cost!
©® Onyinyechi Cosmos Etu
Comments
dear Onyinyechi,
I think you had a great deal of fun writing this poem, coz I had fun reading it!!! Your title and pacing are all good. the content is excellent.
*hugs, Cat
Wow
Infinite thanks Cat. I love to write about beauty of a woman.
Fabulous!
My take is that she is just too costly. just where I am now in my life, perhaps you meant this piece otherwise.. I seem to know "costly" women.... a cost difficult to measure in positive terms.
I need to get out more!
Thanks to you!
Thanks Ray!
You really know it all. That's plain truth Ray.I appreciate you for reading through.