Shall I write about these alluring eyes,
Or shall allude them to pearls?
Heaven warranted 'them' prize
To mirror his-self on earth.
When sun sets, indicating night,
And wind blows to south:
The aiding glow,which you hide,
Comes out thy cloud.
With streaming river if I compare,
A day of spring would whine:
Let milk be white and sun be red, but thy crust outshines.
The depth of the ocean' when you look, I can 'sea' in your stare,
Now I know, In the ocean why Pearls are so rare.
Earth is no sphere, and moon without light,
But your flaws I won't write.
'Them' make you another mortal soul destined to die