Ode to a maiden fair...

Her fairness is the moon's despair,
dark as a night, is her cascading hair.
White as snow, is each lovely hand,
she's a heavenly angel, sent to mortal land.

Her eyes steal a sparkle from the sky,
blessed is my life, when she is nigh.
Red as a rose petal, is each lovely lip,
she's the beauty who haunts my kip.

Her majestic persona is the envy of a queen,
enthralling she is, like a beautiful dream.
Sweet as music, is her captivating voice,
she's the one in whose presence I rejoice.

Her eyes towards me are aloof and cold,
and my love they do not care to behold.
Still, her frown is lovelier far,
than smiles of other maidens are.

~ Rachit ~

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