She is honest and the best of friends,
Beauty is something that can not be defined,
But if it could be defined, in her it would be confined
Yielding beauty past compare, eminent your beauties are,
A face like the crescent Moon with rosy cheeks.
Her eyes like those of a houri,
With eyelashes so long they nearly touched her eyebrows,
And a mouth the colour of the rare wild strawberries,
When she smiled, she revealed her teeth,
Which were like a row of pearls.
A heart as true, a love as pure as keen,
There never was a face as fair as yours,
Her praise is what all birds chant in every grove,
Her voice is what the wandering forest dance to,
As if God had created her to bewitch and enchant.
Her tongue bewitched as oddly as her eyes,
Eternal Sunshine, with spotless mind,
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
For her the unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of Seraphs shed divine perfumes.
The dainty Sun smiles with the hasty sky,
She smelled like all the delicious fragrances in the world,
Shaming the flowers and roses with her beauty,
Wherever she tread the blushing flowers rise,
And all things flourish where she turn her eyes.
