Sparkle Of Her Lips Poem by Luminous Chama

A maiden with such beauty bedight:
She wears sparkles on her lips, like light,
Alit by a kiss,
That mine lips mostly miss,

And from her lips comes such light,
A smile that dances in delight,
I've seen, and sung mine poems about the beauty of hers,
And in the wetness of her lips I saw stars,

And so mine eyes lov'd th' glint of her lips than the sun that gleams,
Reminding me of my beautiful dreams, ah, her lips have beams,
And in my dreams I only see her,
Under a tree, me and her—a star.