chiselled perfectly on each turn, a marvel,
   profile fit enogh to be in white marble
eyes , deep and drowning, that kept in bind
   gaze, pointed and probing, spoke to sleeping mind
 the glow of charishma, a charm of thousand roses
    the effect sublime, of absolutely aphrodasiac dozes
the hairs, dark and long, freely blowing with the breeze
    the nosetrils sensing,  filled with animated frreze
 the killing smile, a little knowing, on the rosy lips
   heartbeats, racing and thumping to a sudden skip
  what a moment, a celebration of truly divine creation
   what to say, a wonder of life, better than even imagination...