How do I extol thee,

Oh, l’amour de ma vie?

My life beautifier;

Damsel prettier than a royal chandelier.

Even though thy beauty is such,

No adjective can match,

But to keep entertaining my eyes,

With thy ravishing smile,

To extol thee, I shall try.

Thou art as beauteous,

As the morning sunshine.

Thy complexion, I swear, glints brighter,

Than sapphire, diamond and gold combine.

Thy gaits, as thou swagger,

Thy electrifying, round hips,

Is as saucy as a model’s,

Well-polished, glossy lips.

Thy bulging but charming eyes,

Tell me something about DaVinci’s Mona Lisa __

How about in arts and in simplicities,

Are beauty and innocence born?

The mannerism with which,

Thou blink those lovely eyes at me,

Ah, it makes me want to kiss thee,

From head to feet, oh, dear Theresa.

Thou smile is unparalleled,

From the east of the earth to its west.

Even from its south to its north,

None comes close to your worth.

See darling, not even the beauty of Cinderella,

Can make me divert my extolment of thee.

Oh, l’amour de ma vie,

In the silent whisper of the breeze,

I hear thy beauty being rancorously praised.

By the passing of the clouds,

Of thee, words are being etched in the sky__

Effervescent, bewitching, beauteous.

And like a golden plain of sunflowers,

Dancing with uniqueness in a gentle breeze,

So art thou, oh my lover.

This is how I extol thee.

This was written by our contributing writer, Emmanuel Gleekia.