Poetic-Verses

ENCOMIUM

Ten cups of oil poured on his head
Abundantly dripping
His garment shinning
Love is evaporating from his head!
Encomium!
From all angles, I witness
Rolling billows of praise
Given often.
Hour after hour
Adds a feather
With great spangles.
Never seek a friend who tells you
You are the best, nor the one
Who kills you before your
Best is born.
Even God, when sinners worship
Knows it is flattery.