This one is about your ravishing beauty

And your jet black hair that gleams so pretty

Your eyes are deep caverns where I’m lost

An eden of bliss where attempt at
concentration is dust

I could call you a thief for what you stole

The glow of the sunrise which you bore as your stole

I’m undone at this Helen, this Cleopatra, this Mona-lisa

and my very cells battle to be the eyes which gaze on this perfect vista

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None other could compare-they are girls you are a woman.

They are candles but you are the sunrise

And your smile revealed your origin as angelic, not human

Ask of me please what you will as a price

For when I looked into the angel eyes of wunmi

Her very soul whispered to my being…woo me