Beauty Has A Name Poem by Michael Eziudo

I saw her
She's Yoruba
Her eyes were sparkling white
Say for the dark brown balls in the middle of 'em both
Her nose?
Like the snurly shape of the almond pear
Her cheeks are full and glittery
And the curved dimple-like frames on both
Are the cheerful invite one needs to linger
Her little diastemas, and the smiles? Infectiously powerful - a well watered garden that grows charms
As charming as to thaw a frozen stony heart
With this glimpse I've stolen,
I'll cry "beauty has a name"
I'll tell you of it when my eyes are at home with her
But beauty has a name