Your brilliance surpasses the mountains and lakes
It takes me beyond what meets the eye
And your fountain is dripping of keen supply
Enactments follow the description of your syllables
Your knowledge succeeds and meets with the nature of your walk.
Such a fair, prowess
Your kiss is as if….the root teases it’s flower
And your grace,
By far makes the succession of bows
Astound in pleasure
Your foxiness abides In your eyes
And you mend as if the last drop of gold lay in hand
Your bosom are as if warm salutations
Occupied by murmurs of infatuation
Your gird is like … the wings of an angel
Your hair is like strings of ingenuity
Your cheeks are as if marbled in rose
Your breastline is like diamonds to my eyes
Your thighs are like muscles that entice my insight
Your decisions are like confirmations of your heart
Your thoughts are like precious gems from above
Y\our skills are like a dynasty of suppression
Your words are like a manuscript from Egyptians
Your laughter is like a monument of freedom
Your knowledge is like passion restricted
Your fashion is like a wand of devotion
Your character traits are like a blind man’s dreams
Your monogamy is like a jeweled Friesian
Your desirability is like a tool for the imagination
Your sentences are like a disguise for your sanctity
Your sentiment conveys your power within
Your convictions are like an austere collection
Your power over me confuses my shoes
As if running to your magic