My Beautiful Lady
Snow is fair and so my lady,
Roses are red and so my lady's cheeks, red, red, red.
Eyes like the deep ocean,
Lips like the fresh strawberries,
Feet soft like the tender coconut,
Her long hair moves like the waves of the sea,
The sound of her anklets feels like a soothing melody,
Anger like the sun's heat,
No words, no poetry, to describe my beautiful lady,
What can I say, my fair lady?
Medini R. Nayak
Copyright © Young Shakespeare | Year Posted 2025
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