To my Irͬeͤneͤ

I had had I had heard of 7th wonders, 8th wonders
Of heaven but you beyond them in beauties I confess checkin' thy shoulders
Right from the tip top of thy head began niceties
Which Priceless Princes behold to cry to toast you tipping you their rich cities
Even Western princess and ones from Ethiopia have come comely beginning begging
On their knees to your feet to borrow your beauty for a min.
Is it the golden colours you wore? Oh, mine is chocolate n' that is all
Yours is angelic, Cherubic and finer than those fine fairies that fall
Your smiles have blown apart the world with goodies in return
As each time you laugh Heaven releases His golden sun in rerun.

©Jodekss '17