Perfect You Are, Like the Curves of An Italian Art

Beautiful are they, your sparkling eyes Clear and insight, like a summer sky Your streamlined lips are pouted right That they seem to be so pretty, or be the best might The grace and glow of the moon is what your face have So I if allowed say, must be by the most perfect artist carved Your body like the petals of roses is built That it fills innocent eyes with such romantic guilt Tender and soft, your bosoms must be Rightly drawn to fit, it is really Perfect they are, your gorgeous hips Straight and plump, like two rightly curved twigs You are as much like or better more A perfectly sculptured Italian art with no flaw