The Queen of Zeba
To the Queen of Zeba whom I knew not,
Whose endless stories I have haply heard:
So many scrolls of your tales have I got,
Yet not a one have I left still unread.
Your beauty as so many lines have told,
Could win the heart of any beholder;
And your eyes like some sunny bars of gold,
Ever through the ages make you younger.
O pardon my guts if I have tresspassed,
By writing this much to your Majesty;
For I am but a lad with a plain mind,
Driven by the humblest curiosity.
Yet in this plea lies my hopeful smile;
Make your beauty known by your fair reply.
Copyright © Folajin Ademola | Year Posted 2018
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