I Won'T Speak Of Her Beauty Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu

I won't speak of her beauty.
The moon sings her
Beauty reminds of heaven.
The colour of my appreciation
Speaks her pretty maker.

Her love's like rainfall
Penetrates like sun rays.
The moon smiles to her
Night parade.
Her shining smile is a star
On my head.
Even heaven convene
To re-create her nature.

I won't speak of her love
For heaven knows whom it's for
But her presence is just my eulogy
As her absence is but my euphoria.
Its like she chameleons
Into hearts; nevertheless,
She's a sunday creature.