Madly In Love
Madly in love
with a turbulent world
in a swirling wayward bloom,
till I froze, swept by your comely face.
So, the dreams I once doted on!
Beauty bubbles in your presence,
blurred in my prime by a mirage,
a blinding illusion. Who cares?
Who dares steer off the broad way,
pull over and trace the virgin country
where nature nurtures beauty.
Pure as a lily, you ray like a rose;
and nod, a poppy in a delicate breeze.
Blinking dew, you wake with the sun,
splashing the canvas with seven colors.
A glow at crown of noon, you smile
like setting sun at the border,
clothing clouds in gold. Stars wink
their joy; the moon steps out in style.
Who wouldn't celebrate your beauty?
Even the blind, the deaf, and the dumb;
they see, hear, and shout your comeliness:
a germ tucked away from passing peep
until heart locks onto heart.
Now I dream your beauty in others.
Even in the filthy frenetic world,
love gleams on faces racing down
the superhighway hoping to meet
with you in the jam.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
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