While wondering how to describe an angel
Then came before me an amazing jewel
Whose beauty glows as she walks elegantly
Her astonishing eyes stares invitingly.
Behold the charming charm with a childish smile
Drawn across her lips in a dazzling style
Pink and tender_ filled with life
All can’t but gaze at a her angelic display.
A glimpse then a stare, I got drunk
It’s just my luck your lips were made to mock
So intoxicating a being, so refreshing
Lo! She is near, her bossom, so tempting.
Like the gentle breeze after a heavy rain
Pleasingly cool and pure in the open planes
Her voice, sonorous and pleasant, so plain
Than the Nightingale, what more could I say?