O my Love! Who dare say you are less beautiful:
Your beauty shines not like the Full Moon silvery, enchanting and cool,
Your beauty lacks the elegance and charms of Wordsworth's dancing daffodils,
And, your beauty, feeds not my hungry hugs, nor my heart beats steals?
O my Love! Who dare say your hair glistens not like the ebony feathers of an indian koyel,
Your enchanting eyes glow not like the brightest La Peregrina Pearl,
Your Cherubin cheeks well not up the cheerful waters in Nestor's dullest heart,
And, your tulip chin beats not even Michelangelo's most beautiful art?
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 15.02.20
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