This Woman Poem by Kolade Seun

From where I sat,
I rose,
And I saw.
Now, I sing...

This woman is a jewel
She is gold
The soft caress of her hair is like scooping crude oil with the tips of the finger.
Her eyes is the piercing beauty of the sapphire crystal
I cannot passover her silver smile
That comes from her teeth of diamond.
The sun melts on her skin,
And she is not scathe.
The melody of her voice betrays the silent whispers of wind.

I have seen,
I now know,
Now,
I go back to my sit.