How she looks

Fairest of maidens, with thy lovely face,

Thou dost enthrall my heart, and senses' space.

In thine enchanting eyes, like sapphires shine,

I see a radiant beauty, beyond compare divine.

Thy tresses, golden threads, that gently play,

Upon thy shoulders, smooth as alabaster's sway.

Thy lips, inviting roses, that in sweetness bloom,

And in their tender touch, my heart doth find its tomb.

Thy skin, like ivory, doth glow with gentle light,

And in its softness, I behold a wondrous sight.

Thy voice, a melodious brook, that doth my soul delight,

And in its music, I am lost, in love's sweet, secret night.

O, fairest maid, thou art the sun, that doth illume,

The world, and in thy light, all else doth seem but gloom.

Thou art the goddess, of my heart's devotion,

And in thy love, I see, my sweet salvation.

Thus let me bask, in thy resplendent glow,

And let my heart, forever beat, with love's sweet flow.

For thou, O maid, art beauty's very essence,

And in thine eyes, my heart doth find its sweetest presence.