Her face is the sunshine, Radiating like a petal in summer. The eyelashes are kissing oriented, The posture is that of 'Fulfude Wren. How innocent is the spirit, How cute is her raiment, The voice is of gold And gait of royalty. Her diamond teeth Is wrapped with succulent red lips. Nature endows her with resplendent skin That is of fairy. Her bosom, The alter where gods worships is of lovelier orbit; An innocent world of fantasy Is where she belongs. PAUL ALOWO.