…I saw her in all her grace,
I cannot even begin to describe her face,
For I was lost in awe from the moment her frame I could trace.
In truth, I can barely remember the last time I saw such elegance dance before my eyes,
It nullified all other sights and left me wondering how I ever survived…
seeing others and proclaiming their beauty dutifully for all this time,
yet having seen her in that instance convinced me that before this day I was blind!
How she blessed the earth with her light, nimble steps,
was like rain falling,the desert ground against in torrents,
I was left mesmerised, entranced, succinctly-speaking, perplexed!
The swish of her hair seemed to send a breeze towards my face, as if to leave me caressed,
And her gaze, momentary yet precise, left my needs only half-addressed…
for the meeting of our eyes was halfway towards having actually met!
Oh how I wish that TODAY would have been the day I got her name,
For the intrigue I derive from her mystery I can no longer contain!
My want has transformed into a need, one which I am unable to tame,
I seek not to be known or associated with all her pulchritude for fame,
But just so that I can wake up with a smile again,
Thinking to myself, “What a wonderful world God, to us, gave.”
And accepting the fact that I am proud, for into it I came!
So ends the tale of today, fresh and not stale,
Her presence touched my soul, and her evanescence left it with a hole, so now I glow pale,
But the truth of the matter, and one that I pray shall forever remain…
is that my memories with her shall never make me forget the reaction I had today
Yours in perpetuity,
Humbled by your beauty irrefutably,
Evans Mbora Campbell.