Your hair looks like clouds from heaven
Your eyes are two deep blue oceans
Your face beats the fallen angels’
Your teeth are the precious diamonds
Your lips, Ummm damn so enticing
Your nose completes the cake with icing
As long as I go describing
I know I won’t justify a thing, But
Baby, if you were the strokes of paint on a canvas,
You’d be what they call a ‘Fine Art’