Beautiful is the way you move,
Your fingers across the hair as smooth as silk,
Beautiful are the twilight-coloured cheeks,
Soft like the chest of a dove.
Beautiful are your lips rose-tinted,
The dark, dreamy eyes,
And the snowy neck,
Beautiful are your arms perfect.
Beautiful is your sweet voice,
Like that of a cuckoo,
Beautiful is the way you walk,
Like a lioness.
Beautiful are the river-like curves,
That you are blessed with,
And the unflawed breasts,
That might have allured Phoebus.
Beautiful are your soft touches,
The smile on your face,
As innocent as a baby,
Beautiful are you whom my impatient heart ever searches.
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