By Bamidele Salako

Your sun-lit countenance mesmerises, sending my soul staggering through the realms of overpowering delight

Your words like the clear blue streams of Albion fill my being with light

Your smile, like a piercing ray, pores through the dark of my gloom

Your beauty like the rising sun at the break of dawn makes me bloom

Your heart, pure like jewels refined in a furnace of fire, to me, rings true

Your hour-glass figure, chiseled perfectly by the artistry of divinity, for me, an unfailing glue

Your visions provide me with the pleasure of comforting images at night

(c) 2014