In your eyes I see the motherland
Your nose is placed like the flowers
I picked as a youth,
I’m still lost in your eyes
And your smile possesses a childish charisma.
I’m trying to fall in love with your mind
Because more times than most
Books with beautiful covers are
And your collected demeanor helps not.
Nonetheless, your skin
Is the right mix of water colour,
It’s transparency resembles
The reflections of the sun on polished ivory
And your furnishings are God’s gift to man.
The fusion of your cheeksbones and laughter
Is somewhat electrifying
Thus, my heart dances in subtle bounces
To the melodies you radiate
And your aura resuscitates benevolence in my quintessence.
– Smyekh David-West.