11. Your beauty

Neither Shakespeare, MIlton or Rumi

could ever describe your beauty.

No poet has ever penned such poetry

that would describe you,fully.

 

Your hair, as soft wisps of cloud.

Your demeanour, apart from the usual crowd.

Your brown complexion,

a sight beyond comparison.

 

Your soft lips, so full,

at my heartstrings do pull.

Your breath, honey sweet

that makes erratic, my heart beat.

 

Cheeks rooched with natural colour and passion

Eyes bright and full of expression.

Smile as radiant as the sun.

For me, you are the only one.

 

These words are just words and in front of you they are bland

As compared to your beauty, so grand

 

Anwar Suleman