In Her My Love Dwells
Her eye balls gleam as bright night light
Her brow hairs, blinking black as ackee seed
Sag upon themselves
And the two curve as crescent of half moon
I mesmerize whenever she grins
And I wonder, are these teeth or diamonds?
And an utterance from her
Makes me fall into a trance
And as it chimes in my hearing
And I vend her name within a million times
And I think it never halt
And I become a child
Savouring the company of a toy
Her prettiness, her look
I wonder her ilk.
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