Beholding Her (4)
She wasn't the perfect description
Not of less beauty or over pretty
Cannot be said to be an angel
Or the goddess of the beauty
But, honestly, I must say
Yet, she was a pretty damsel
That her sweet voice on phone
Was more beautiful than her image.
I walked along with her
Many thought ran through me
I wasn’t too keen about her beauty
For her beauty only lies in my eyes
She is indeed an asset to guide jealously.
Alayande Stephen T.
5.15pm
23rd November 2007
Still in the bus at Ogbagi-Akoko.
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