The poetry of her beauty

Her eyes is as clear
As the sky after rain.
Her smiles are wonders,
That threatens the heart of love.

A young charming lady
Whose heart is soft
Than the edge of her hair;
With a melodious voice
Envied by the angels in Heaven.

She prance on beauty,
With high steps like no other.
Even the prettiest rose
Hurrilly bow as a votive,
In appeasing her magnificent beauty.

She wields the
Mythological powers of beauty,
Pausing the hands of time
In the onset of her creation.

Oh! praise be to the creator
For he gifted the earth;
A creature with an
Atlas of Beauty!