Where does the wave rest for the night,
the rushing stream at dusk.
what does my heart beat for,
if not for the dance which she alone can attempt.

Why does the sun bring forth light
the slivery sky play host.
what does my eyes crave for,
if not for the gift which she alone can attempt.

How does the beauty bewitch the knight,
the wise solomon become lost.
what does my tongue thirst for,
if not for the spring which she alone can attempt.

Wish she alone can attempt a smile,
one each for every desert dust.
What does my mind work for
if not for the smile which she alone can attempt.

okoye charles

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