Head In The Sky Poem by Stephen Omolori

Your smile sends my writer's block on a dart,
Stressing, "Tap your WPS and type
Poetries comparable to Shakespeare's art,
Especially now that the night has become ripe."
You're the angel JHVH created for me;
For a home, I'll build you an Elysium.
Though women's beauty get rust like a key,
Darling, you'll never lose your chromium.
Just like the roof of Abu Dhabi's tallest towers,
I walk with head in the sky calling you mine.
Like Heaven's amaranths and sunflowers,
Your elegance is something that's divine.
Since beauty's left behind like footprints on earth,
Eyes will see them on the kids that you'll birth.