Beautiful

Beautiful is the way you move,

Your fingers across the hair as smooth as silk,

Beautiful are the twilight-coloured cheeks,

Soft like the chest of a dove.

 

Beautiful are your lips rose-tinted,

The dark, dreamy eyes,

And the snowy neck,

Beautiful are your arms perfect.

 

Beautiful is your sweet voice,

Like that of a cuckoo,

Beautiful is the way you walk,

Like a lioness.

 

Beautiful are the river-like curves,

That you are blessed with,

And the unflawed breasts,

That might have allured Phoebus.

 

Beautiful are your soft touches,

The smile on your face,

As innocent as a baby,

Beautiful are you whom my impatient heart ever searches.