The Maiden From The East
With the wind that blew me to the North,
Also blown a maiden from the East,
On whom mine eyes more than twice could set not.
But twice her striking beauty my eyes made swell as yeast.
Where do I start describing this epitome of beauty?
Like a sunshine her smiles cover the world with light.
There is something in her eyes which reminds one of the blossoming of orchid in the spring of reality!
She radiates a natural aura which carries in it a scent of royalty.
And this her elegant body on which princes would jostle how my pen could note down ever?
Looking into her eyes, a glimpse of garden of Eden one could catch.
And that her diastema, on which kings would rise their kingdoms to war over,
How apparent it is on her shining fangs that sparkle under the rays of the sun like diamond path! ! !
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