Fair like the winter's brow,
Wearing the makes of Cherubic's glow.
Eyes dimmed with crystal power,
Breaking through emotion like man-power.
Physiognomy embroided with smiles,
Taking different eyes on mile.
Teeth tinted with glorious scales,
Where joy and happiness lay.
Body sculpted from the rock,
Undaunted and strong like rock.
Legs rounds like the ball of justice,
Adding extra qualities like the suffix.
Speaks not of beauty in true:
Beauty is an heart with many virtue.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem