BEAUTY BEYOND WORDS

My colours may not satisfy everyone,

Someone say it’s Pastel and for other it’s Acrylic,

But I still painted you,

With my every curve, line and stroke of brush,

I tinted you, yes you,

It was not just colours on that canvas,

But memories of us that I assembled,

I stand still in front of that angelic face,

I feel nothing around, just you and me,

With vent of dubiety meant nothing to me,

I looked at the girl I painted and fell in love again

 

She is beyond words.

I can never use words to do justice to the way I want to drown in her black hair.

Words aren’t good enough to describe those eyes like grass speckled with the sunrise reflecting off the morning dew,

Those eyes that burn so hard and so loud.

 

She is so quiet, but her fire is so loud.

Her smirk is full of it, and it is the most beautiful way I’ve ever been burned.

Words can never recount how her silence is a rhetoric, a dare, even, to speak, how every single look, every glance, every frown

Yaani Everything about her is an essay of meaning.

 

She deserves every love affirmation

Because she is of divine creation

She deserves the world, because she’s a darling one

She can be anything she wants to become

 

So if all of you hear me calling her Agal, Min Ot, Toto, Abebo, Mama Na, Osiep Chunya, Mama watoto…. Kindly allow me to do so because Dear Brethrens, God took time creating This Angel and I reiterate that indeed God took His Precious Time.