Thoughts
of you are paradise,
Feet
to the stars.
Your
outline could not be prettified,
Cos
you glide with grace
As
dazzling as metaphoric phrase
Off
the pages of poesy’s journal
You
convey the tears to Cupid’s eyes
For
his darts would not allure
Such
exquisite sweetness.
When
you smile
Heaven sneaks
a peek
The
universes glitter in a river of radiance
I
weep
In
glee of a new found friend
In
an unsettling climax that endures
To
the last scenes of a winding plot.
Akpan
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