Oh Anactoria, thou fairest of maidens,
Thou art the subject of a poet's musings,
Thy beauty and grace, like a gentle breeze,
Soothe the soul and set the heart at ease.
In Sappho's words, we find thy praise,
A love so deep, it cannot be contained,
Thy smile, thy hair, thy every move,
Fill the poet's heart with a burning love.
Thou art the rose that blooms in the spring,
The light that guides the wayward heart,
Thou art the vision of beauty and charm,
That lingers long after the poet's art.
Though time has passed and ages gone,
Thy memory lives on in the poet's song,
For in thy beauty, we find a truth,
That love endures, forever young.
Oh Anactoria, thy name shall ring,
In the hearts of all who love to sing,
For in thy beauty, we find a light,
That shines eternal, through day and night.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
©bold-geo
B