I Met Anna Poem by Chimwemwe kangulero

In a realm where beauty's claim held reign,
I chanced upon a lady fair and bright.
Her lips, a bloom that left me quite insane,
A crimson grace that whispered through the night.

Her eyes, twin orbs that sparkled like the stars,
The gaze of gods and goddesses alike.
A fleeting glance, and I was left in awe,
Enchanted by a soul that seemed to strike.

Her smile, immortal, timeless in its grace,
A radiant beam that warmed my very core.
With every jest, her laughter filled the space,
A symphony that begged for an encore.

Oh, lady fair, I yearn to meet again,
To bask in your beauty and wit's sweet refrain. with grace,