Her eyes are a lush verdant forested green
The most beautiful I have ever seen
Her pupils a golden halo like an eclipse
And if I stare to long ill surely be bewitched
Her hair falls in the very softest cascade
A sweet smelling wonder arrayed
Her skin smooth as china, white as snow
You’ll find nothing softer wherever you go
But it is to her lips I must dedicate a toast
For they are the things I love the most
They are as soft as the clouds up high
A sweet sin that would make Casanova cry
Her face is a vision of loveliness
Which I long to give a tender caress
A body to die for, a Goddesses figure
And I know she is the one I love, I am sure.