Sonnet iv: Rose
My first rose
My first real rose
My brunette shinning armor
With a fragrance of petal so sublime
That brings earth's lust to tremor
Her love she renders and behest no dime
Leaving the world to wonder at her stunning pose
My adulations knows no bound
A million words have I still
Locked in the air yet to be found
My rose is genuine b'cause hers is auburn
Again and again have I a gaze to steal
And a petty thief she's made of me
Since two decades ago when a beauty was born
poem by Folayemi Akande
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