I used to imagine how beauty makes one understand tough concepts till I met you.
You are a perfect shade of the sun in a wet day,
Your skin is the most gracious of all of God’s creation,
and by your smile, you illustrate the dexterity of the creators hands.
You are of the tribe of royalties, your speech allures your hearer to the bosom of wisdom,
the fervency of your eyes, forges the mightiest of a man’s vision.
Your glow darkens the stars at night, that the stars have no other option than to constellate and genuflect at your brilliance.
Aura of Graciousness, the name my soul calls you,
is felt at your every side, when you walk.
You are the one piece I can gladly call the masterpiece,
because you exude the potency of the choicest clay of the Masterpotter.
If words were to be food, I’ll make you a banquet, lavished by the lustre of gold plaited at the spikes of diamonds.
I will make you a feast on these till your name becomes synonymous to the glory of every known and unknown precious stone!
©Nwokeforo,U.B
