The beauty, of the most beautiful girl,
is that which is matched by nothing.
All across the world,
nothing can possibly match her everything.
How smooth can one possibly be?
how pale can one seem to the naked eye?
How many cut's are clear to to be seen?
before her beauty says good bye.
The beauty, which has conquered my being,
and took away every bit of suffering.
Now I have no worries of anything,
now that her beauty is doing the smothering.
Her eyes, so deep and dark,
it's hard to tell what she's thinking.
Her hair is every bit soft,
and her essence is that of a thousand rose flowers. |
