For what deed has the earth done to deserve you?
What favor had eve done at Eden to let you through?
For my pen would do me much shame if I dared to set the gaze of my heart upon Thy derm.
Walk in the beauty of a thousand Lillie's,
All would still fall shy.
Flock with the peacocks of the Asian mountains my dear,
Your beauty would still give you away.
The smile that wins, tints, glows and also tells tales of moon and it's claws.
My heaven lies above the veilings of your knees.
And the comfort of your bossom I call rest.
Daughter of eve.