Monday, 1 June 2015

A SONNET FOR THE NOVENA"S FINEST.

Endowed with excessive good looks
So pure, so African
Sweet as honey and gentle as a dove
Peacefully and innocently, she tears the heart of men
Always wearing a charming smile
Dangling her beauty in the face of men
Mesmerizing and tormenting their desire
With sparkling beauty, she lights up the world
Killing them with thoughts...deep thoughts
So so appealing at sight

What a beauty
What an African beauty
Unsung by many
Yet to some adored as NOVENA"S FINEST     

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