She is beauty’s own dame
Of ethereal clouds and grace divine.
Worthy to drive most of men insane
Her eyes lit with resplendent shine.
Tinkers her voice with a sweet chime
In her tresses resides the darkest night
Her sweet frown can change all clime
And all that’s dark and bright
Meet in her face and her eyes
Mellowed to, in so tender a light
Which a sunny day despise
Like thousands a tulips bloom
When her lips brook a smile
A tint that wins, lightens all gloom.
Her brows of dark wisps
Conceal and guard her calm.
Her cheeks blushed of a rose’s kiss,
Lies with her, a heart which knows love & no Harm!!!!!