STOLEN

 

I hear the raindrops on the rooftops

It brushes against the green leaves of nature

Alone in exile I find myself

Thoughts of the lady in white consume my mind

The radiance of her skin I still feel

Her eyes like a crystal in a show glass

Her nose top divinely edged

Lips marvelously carved

They cause a drift amongst men

And her smile that sends a thousand bolts running down my spine

Slender curves she lacks not

A stolen museum artifact she must be

What a supreme artist God truly is

A death trap I am bent on

A journey dreaded by many

Surfing upon the waves of men all treading to her shores

I arrive at my destination

Her pure heart to which I hold the keys.

     Composed By: Okundigie.o. James