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