(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Acrostic. (Number 4)

Rarest of Virgins, in whose Breast and Eyes,
A11 that is Virtuous and Lovely lies:
Could I describe but half thy Excellence,
How would the Gods with speed Bodies condense!
Eternity for Thee they would despise,
Leave their Divine Abodes, new Shapes devise,
Lovelier than that which
(1) did surprise.
Proud if in any Form they thee could please,
Or give to their Immortal Cares some ease;
When us, poor Mortals, with your Sight you bless,
None can find words their wonder to express;
Enamoring and dazzling with your Sight,
You prove at once our Torture and Delight.

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Comments (2)

Love will surely find a way! ! Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.
Awesome poem, I don't know why there are no comments? 10+++