In the island of dreams where reality is but fantasies,
Where lost hope finds comfort in the hearts of slumbering men, where sorrow seem to be at bay,
There I caught sight of a damsel whom beauty is her name and worshiped by dames.
Her beauty radiates from earth to heaven, making a ridicule of all I ever known as beauty. She is but a symbol of immortal perfection.
She sat near a baobab tree that had its fruits graced with the kind of beauty that is known only to gods,
she caught my gaze and beckoned me with a smile that crippled my heart, click click, I walked with haste like a toddler taking his first few steps to fame,
I am not to be blamed for I am a man that knows no such thing as shame. She held out her hands as I drew closer,
It seemed like an eternal journey which one will only wish never to return from.
As my hands touched hers a cold-call to love anew rang through my veins, giving me a clip of what peace looked like.
I stood still basking in the euphoria of this great moment, In her eyes I saw love that knew no bounds, I have fallen deeply in love with this damsel.
When my wit slowly crept back to me, I opened my mouth and stuttered,
Saying; one thing I ask of thee oh beauty, allow me nest my head in the cradle of your heart that my head may dance to the rhythm of the beauty-filled beats of your heart....