As deep as the ocean,
Her cerulean eyes
Throw a penetrating gaze at me
And I bashfully smile at her.
With long, wavy, brown locks
And pouring eyebrows,
She’s prettier than Aphrodite
Though, not more than the gorgeous Cleopatra
And this is because,
This beauty isn’t tempting,
Rather serene.
This beauty isn’t elegant,
Rather simple.
Here’s a smile painted on her lips
Which, from another angle,
Reflects her sadness
But this is to me, no misery,
Just a ‘Mona Lisa’ smile.
I can view her to her abdomen;
Her neck, bosom and arms,
All covered in primrose and white—
A perfect blend of purity and luminescence.
Anonymously, she’s been created
By some pitiful painter
Who’s given her everything
Bestowing all his skills upon her.
And I call him
“A sanctified creator of Love.”
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