THE PRUDENCE OF A FEMALE
When l saw her blue eyes, at once l knew
they were the masters of my easy heart.
She looked at me with jewels soft and bright,
a look whose depth was of a profound well.

What sort of vague, abysmal depth she showed?
All around was well lit, a summer day.
Her eyes well scrutinized my witless look,
and weighed the senses that my eyes conveyed.

And then, they cleared and eased a sweet reply
that my eye message was a welcomed one,
but prudence was a main part of her mind
mainly when she displayed such charming eyes.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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