The first time we met at I.S.U anniversary,
we didn't have a clue about the future that would await us.
It was her friendly smile and beauty at the first sight that moved me close to her.
The beauty that is in the smile which appears on my lips when I think of the way she smiles at me.
The beauty that is in the hearts which touches one another.
That beauty in the tender hand holding each other.
The shape of that beauty moves away the wall from our dark spirits.
Such as the sun,the Moon,the trees, both old and young sprouting a shady bloom.
For the love of her beauty and smile men did fight.
The look in her eyes made sages fight and put their hearts in woeful plight.
To her no rhymes will I indite,
For her no wreaths will I twine.
Though she be made of flowers and light But hers is beyond comparison.
©Musa Oyiza Rahama.
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