Adolis: Mother Of Beauty Poem by Folayemi Akande

The journey to peril begins in her eyes
The prologue of love's birth and death
For anyone that looks is forever charmed
If eyes be charms, so is her beguilling eyes.
Her thread-like walk
Stills the world and make them stare
Her breath is fresh as the belly sea
Her voice is soft as the summer rain
Even the priestly mind her eyes shall trance
To say the least her tempteous smile
That hugs the heart like winter's bite
Better a look than cursory glance
To medicate the soul and ever heal
A concoct from her wholesomeness
Than be cursed by her beauteous whole.
Adolis, the mother of beauty, save us all
For we are clovered in bossom of your lusciousness.