Written by: adzemye moye

Slowly her lines explore
Gentle like a passionate lover employ
To calm the spirit and more
And to enrapture her ploy

She’s flown through seasons pass
Her lines carefully crafted with care
Her heart ever a virgin lass
But burning with a fire with care

In her wake kings dine
Hoping to find their grace
In her arms the poor whine
Hoping to find solace

And at her feet lovers cry
Hoping to find a niche
And in her bosom sailors lie
Hoping to find a beach

She sits always lifted
Always the nurturing home
Her heart in loads gifted
Always to her they’ll  come.