The she-idol

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Words made Lillie's ornament

For your blessed feet monument

Tinkles sounds of joy forte

Dancing on every soul and moon 

For your enigmatic fame


You are sculpted by Him 

Your soul maker, birth in his prime

Favoured beyond mirror chime

For on your lips he adores sweets name

As sets of record wit. 


Why not smile a bit 

And make the moon bite and sit

The night darkness shine

Paving ways for fantasy lite


A word architect, rider of truth

You are a damsel of light with

Virtues far beyond space and earth

She is a she-lord and woman of pious wealth.


Ayeni Taiwo

©2022


For Christian...🤗

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