Breeze blew drops of dew
My heart sings the chanson
Tongues cease to remain confined
Her Image reflects deep
By the emergence of the day

Gentle palms rendering great
Our story remains untold
With certitude of rigour
Minds desolve to listen
Our tales of red roses

My arms reminisce
The feeling of your composure
My voice quivers in suspense
My eyes salute your grandeur
My mind subjected to your presence

I remain as me
And wet the ground for your arrival
Mermaids chant effortlessly
Mouths render in perpetuity
A solemn grace of your beauty.
© Yusuf Muhammad