Beautiful You. Poem by umoh cyril

Tis now that i know whats called beauty,
a face blighted with smiles so lofty,
thy eyes so innocent like the virgin morning sun,
that molts my entire being and give me heart burn,


the way thy hair flies while the wind whistles is magical,
a sensuous smile escapes thy lips like a pianists lyricals,
no beauty is ever compared to thy smooth face,
for thou are the fairest of them all in a world that's farce,


but only thy beauty is real and i can't breath a word of doubt,
as thy beauty compels my whole being into a bow,
am gleefully happy to see your beauty now,
for in thy kingdom.....there lives only one damsel,
for thy beauty can make a man drunk like a ton of soaked bread.

You are beautiful.