The maiden comes through the rock,
More radiant than the morning star,
Her elegance just like rich silk,
Her purity fills the jar,
She cascades gracefully like a cat,
And the young and old long with desire,
No maiden sits where she has sat,
Such one will be thrown in the mire,
This fair maiden’s kiss is like no other,
For this the heavens are my Judge,
One from her equals ten from another,
Each day in her place I lodge,
My intoxicating love from tender age,
Mgbala, spring water fall of my village.
Submitted by
Victor Nwaoseh
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