We have come to praise God
But all I want to do is praise you
Your face is the joy of morning
For I hope it brings forth Smiles
Smooth as a stream running
Or your hair on for miles
Your legs are like the road untraveled
Bearing endless joys unravelled
Such as your fingers
A long memory that lingers...
Your eyes bear the glint of élan
As the Opal waiting for dusk
A golden cob still in husk
A Princess awaiting a crown
We came to praise God
All I did was praise you...
Written in Awe
Inspired by The Lady I Do Not Know
Clasfon,NLS Bwari
2:8:15
Circa 4:00pm