Your cherry lips are soft Different from the cast lips of Diana
Your voice is as the music of the Sabbath bellsThe strange deep harmonies that haunt my breastLivelier at the coming of you
And languishing to watch thy graceful movementTo see the tumble of thy tressesBehold thy round bosomAnd listen to thy murmur of tunes
To my light heartIt sounds like a resonant echoThat softens my heart.
-----Inez Anigbogu
