My Lady Poem by Kelvin Owusu

‘T was a blessing
bestowed upon me
A privilege and an honour
for my every waking moment
Grace by her presence

Transfixed by her beauty
and unmatched generosity
She saw the man in me
brought it to the surface

Plagued by oppression
I a lonely beggar
She came with great stride
through the rigid street
Nude she rode

Rhythmic melody signs of relief
enriched by her kindness
To the surface it rose from beneath
A blessing, no longer plagued by oppression
She gave life back to a lonely beggar
A gift of the heart, of love
the connection of two rivers
Blesseth thee my lady Godiva