Posted by EMEKA ODIAMMA on
She came with the eastern wind
And went with the western wind
Oh, she must have had a wing
Because she was gone before I could think
Eyes like two full moons
For direction was what she crooned
Voice like birds singing in tune
She must have been heavenly groomed
Said she was a traveler
Going to the west
She must have been a heaven’s messenger
Just with a chest
I have never seen such a beauty
She must be a goddess
I know the world to be guilty
She had a look so flawless
So much in her I desired
Even a monk will like the Miss
She had a smile that lit me fire
Lips tempting to kiss
She couldn’t wait to have a little tea
Was on her pace heading towards the sea
Left me something to keep
A face to behold while I sleep