Oh Sweetie
My Cutie,
I have seen beauty; there's no denying.
You know I'm the type who likes admiring
Everything that is groomed with elegance.
Even at beauty queens, I've stolen a glance
As they strut on the stage with feline grace
To claim the prize; the due of that pretty face.
I have seen the spreading of sweet lips
Like the blossom of wild tulips
That reveal uniformed teeth white and bright
Which can in darkness fittingly serve as light.
Have i not chanced upon eyes that in brightness
Competes with the stars for loveliness?
See, I have been mesmerized by voices
That even when silent drowns all noises.
Yet none in its splendor
Has moved me like the simplicity of your smile.
Can i tell of your pulchritudinous eyes?
No, I can't even if I give it a thousand tries
Take this from me
There's none I'd rather see.
Yours from daylight to night
Bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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