My Beloved Malee Poem by Shoaib Mohammad Rigoo

From the ancient, She draws her resemblance
On Mount Carmel, Admirers feel her fragrance
Her cheeks comely as jewels, Illuminating in pink
She must be Edens Maiden, Some Wanderers think
Her eyes, No mortal can resist
And the innocent smile, Shall eternally exist
Her lips, Remind me of Lebanon
Whisperers say they resemble, The pool of Heshbon
Her anger, strangely beautiful as moon
Recipients wonder, Should they consider it a boon
Her innocence, The Snow white gets dwarfed
And in truth, Even the poet is flawed
Her charm, Makes every worry flee
This admirers then, Is my Malee
Her strength, She fears no death
No wonder then, Who dare threat
Her silence, murderous to the beloved
Laments at last, As appears the cloud