Sugar 5 Poem by Adams King

Crown this soul with heavenly beauty
Have there ever lived a lady like you
A Thomas I remain to such word

Lovelier than the delicate lilies
Brighter than any sunlit sky of blue
Prettier than the evening twinkling stars

You're so sweet in minds and manners
With a pure goddess like resemblance
Like a mythical mermaid whose beauty ages not

Wordsworth's pen wouldn't be worthy
To carve your worth if he had been graced
To live in your days

Have you been Queen Helen
Menelaus would have the world burnt
For Troy alone can't pay the price

Have you been Salome the beautiful dancer
The daughter of herodias
Ten times the head of the Baptist will be rendered

Like endless streams your beauty flows
With a perfect shower of feelings
You rain on me like the Angel falls in Venezuela

You move my soul like Sunday hymns
From a Catholic choir
You're my suitable metaphor for SUGAR