Those 2 eyes full of pride,
The sorrow that beauty hides,
They yearn for verse that praise their existence,
Raining naughtiness with a hint of innocence!
I wonder who created those strawberry lips,
Yummy as dark chocolate with creamy dips,
Seeing whos captive charm, the roses shy away,
Created to inhibit the dew from sway!
Heavenly features lie upon the skin so glowing,
So supple n softer than the charm showing,
Charmer than it should look in the best of its ways,
Shining the might, appreciating its youth days!
Hair whose strands disobey the blissful pleats,
Fall beautifully from top to bottom covered in natural shades,
They flow out strand by strand from the cage of attire,
As the breeze lifts them or e1 d dusty air!
The beauty that will last only my youth out as much as I deny,
But I’ll love to praise d one in d mirror e1 as my youth flies by,
Sometimes I really wonder how much I can love myself at a time,
Perhaps more than I could ever want to for loving the self aint a crime! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem