O lips,
the greasy lotion that line thee;
that shines thee forth,
may it never hit foot against a stone.
O lips,
pathway to mouth,
thy breed must be royalty,
for only a good man has a good scent.
Cute lips,
thy pattern is elegant,
man shall know no worry in thy bosom,
significant are thy trench.
If I throw a step to leave,
I am drawn back.
If I make a move to hold thee,
you slip away, curly.
O lips,
splendid are thy aura,
I see myself in thy face.
Thou must be a mirror unbiased.
You sparkle, great lips.
You endear, even the stubborn.
You are greatness,
in a nest of magic.
You were that beauty in Eden,
you were what Adam saw smiled.
You are the cool wind which calms the day.
#Dedicated to Ibejiaku Chinonyelum, a lady with such lips that make Angelina Jolie look like a learner.