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