She, The Maiden From My Village. Poem by Agboyi Felix

Where all the stars forge, there
I concede, that each day,
I do tread to meet her youthful age.
Fond clouds of smiles uncover her
Each time at sudden, we give way
To each other on the narrow passage.

Her beauty lies,
Much as the sun upon the meadow ice.
Her manners are oft a wonder,
A woo that flames the heart.
Her gestures; a tender thunder-
The touch of a brown art.
Far her moon beams without blunder.

And the hands that made her, to me,
No mortal's zeal can dare, but see.
And as she withers into the streets,
Fainly I mingle in thoughts;
Has she forspoken me with her treats,
That with my unspoken comical plots,
And her fairly gentle attraction,
I plod this lane solely for her affection?