My Love

MY LOVE! Wow, see her coming From her heavenly boudoir like spring The angelic bonnie queen Chaste and verdant as virgin green! Such glossy cheery smile That I’m mesmerized all the while, And her articulate serpentine gait Like proud riverine princess of that rate. Her appearance’s like magic wand That makes everything beautiful and grand; Her sweet-scented air as of ambergris That causes all to whiff with bliss! What a skin! Soft brilliant ebony, incarnate In refined sunny gold glint climate; With loose suited raiment of nature’s kind, This soignée queen elsewhere I never find. How her eyes radiate love’s fires And I, enchanted by sheer love’s desires Her fine lips set like bloomed roses; Her voice, akin with wind blown pansies. Were I lucky to endear myself to you Would I render a burning love so true. For your beauty is of no essence or mould If no one do have you to hold!