Once I set to buy your face,
With the gold of the greatest smith.
In vain, I came to see,
That a strand of your hair
Is like the wave of the sky
And a set of your teeth,
Is like a piece of diamond

Again I dare to pay your venus
With the silver brought from Greece
In vain, I still came to see,
That a ball of your eyes,
Is like a galaxy at night,
And a breath of your nose,
Is like a life to a rose.

No precious stone on earth,
Can buy your priceless winsome
And win your priceless heart.
Except the poor young poet,
Who can just be graced by you
Perhaps because with poor him,
You find your muse 'nd breath at ease

POET:
OLUWATIMILEHIN A. ALABI
BABY LAWYER