Sonnet v: Paramour
Virtue best may reside in Beauty be
Nor lost in consent fortune still
Thy brow to dance, with smile strong as steel
Who hast heart but embrace not thee?
'nless the'r vision not all all see
Nor it, nor no glee of thrill
Or of any laught'r dose of peal
Before then gaze upon thy ever fresh of hue.
Thy charming chime chide me hence
Leavin' my unsang song to theft
Alas! My sweet song now to mourn
Sailing my hope upon a stream so tense
And billow ever atop all waters of th' earth
As if never to yo'r beauty I have to sworn
poem by Folayemi Akande
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