The Crown Fits
The thin spiked yellow jeweled crown,
Fits tooth to grove on her head,
A marvel of opulent beauty,
Smokes out a seigneurial aura.
The garland blossoms on her head,
Sneezing a charm of yellows and reds,
A scenic ooze of mesmeric fragrance,
Matched by her ardent smile.
She wears the crown of my heart,
Rules the throne of my love,
With an unmarked affable affection,
For she has much love to give.
Copyright © Samuel Otieng | Year Posted 2019
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