Submitted By: Robert Egbe

They were soft and brown
like those of baby dogs
were her eyes.

Lush and ethereal
like the petals of anew born rose
such were her lips.

Like cubes of sugar in an open box
were her teeth in comparison
gleaming through parted lips

And when she spoke
the mesmerism of a master hypnotiser
enchanted my infatuated mind

Was it because her gait was smooth
smoother than a catwalk

that I thought her an angel?

Or because the sun shone
during my moonless nights
when she smiled at me?

I must be a fool not to know.
may I be a fool forever
as long as the memory of her remains mine

© Robert Egbe, June 4 2002