My Love

As beautiful as the purple flush of dawn,

loveliness broke on me like some rare flower,

eyes like mountain water that overflowing on a rock,

as bright as a blazing star,

brilliant and as hard too, as electric light.

Her voice rang like a bird-call through her rustling fancies,

words sounding like wavelets on a summer shore,

beautiful pearls of wisdom slip from her mouth without even knowing,

smile flashed over her face, like sunshine over a flower,

looked like the picture of a young rapt saint, lost in heavenly musing.

Her hair dropped on her pallid cheeks, like sea-weed on a clam,

lips are tremulous as brook-water is,

laugh is like a rainbow-tinted spray,

cheeks as soft as July peaches,

her sweetness halting like a tardy May.

She is calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea,

her breath upon my cheek like a perfumed air,

our love is pure as the snowy leaves that fold over the flower's heart,

sweet as a summer night without a breath,

my love for her is like the sovereign moon that rules the sea.

She always gave me a surprised look,

like a child catching an older person in a foolish statement.

By Seth Yuhi Musinga