Lovely, sweet up to the limit
In her prime being fit to hit
I, to praise to establish writ
In front of her I have to submit
With slow wind all ups and downs
Slowly move like beautiful gowns
For her lusty busty crowns
She is praised in city and towns
Rain graces her graceful grace
Sun embraces her beautiful face
Flowers kiss her beauty in race
Eyes follow her pace to pace
She is beauty of her style
Swans envy her for a while
Graceful in her rank and file
Who comes in is to beguile
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
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