What asteriated moon stone
Exceeds the splendour of your sapphire eyes?
What milk pearl
The cream of your gleaming skin?
Your placid smile,
which tames Cerberus
pursues from my marrow
strife
The plethora of El Dorado
becomes as slur,
when equated with you.
For yours ever
is an essence surpassing conception.
Hence, it seems folly
That I must ask you of you…
By: Anthony Oluwatamilore Daniel