Behold darling and just look at my face,
do I need more ruby on the lips?
or need to walk alluring with sweeping hips?
Maybe I should too get bulbous bones fixed!
But love my darling is not a spectacle
No! Love is no rosy cheeks or her
Poets of past who sighed deep and longed
for the fairer beings all turned blind!
Beauty doesn’t rest under your heels
Lures are not in bosoms but in depths of souls
I can arch my brows high if you feel
but you see you will again run up the hill
to find some jawbones are missing still!
Mistake not my tenderness for frailty
Or mark my words for random triviality!
Let’s not avoid me today as always in haste
Behold darling and just look at my face!