Staring At Her Poem by obinna tochi

Breath stealing eyes,
As wonderful as the moving wonder of Babylon.
Yet her heart is as black as soot.
Is beauty all about looks?



Pretty face,
As quiet as the dead sleep of the dark,
Yet as jezebel as none.
Face isn't all I think.



Comely nose,
Perfectly chiseled as the master piece of craftiest of men,
Albeit will be eaten up by termite someday,
What is the reason for life?



Humble demeanor,
As compared to none.
Sometimes may not be gentle,
Who is deceiving who?