Bint

Bint is her name Writing is her game Through it she found her fame She is not a dame In many ways, they are much the same I noticed her when she came She cat walked and I saw her on that lane Through my vision or through frame When she became visible I saw her hame Like the pure elegant seed in sesame Her two dazzling eyes glows like a burning flame I looked at her height and I thought about ramee She came into my heart and it became lame I looked at her neck and I saw wampumpeag A gift from your late mother in grave I looked at the future and it whispered to me some words. " she is your wife" And today...?