The Sun was stolen
To craft her puissant eyeball!
She carried the constellation
In her cerulean , azure eyes,
From which shooting stars flew,
And suddenly stood still out of stupor,
Being fallen for her charm,
And became her eyelashes,
Fulfilling this time,their own wish
Of admiring her allure,perpetually!
The moon turned pink,
Yearning to become her lips...
Her cotton candy cheek
Stretched to reveal the beauty
Of the hidden diamonds,studded in her gums...
With rich strands of gold and silk
Was woven her hair
That radiated grandeur and grace
Whenever the breeze brushed it,
Kissing her tresses and locks
And smelling her curls' mesmerizing fragrance...
Her eyebrows are mountains,
With flattened peaks,
Humbled with plethoric wisdom,
Garnered by her forehead,by embracing and amassing knowledge!
Possessing all these winsome brilliancies,
Isn't she, a result of miraculous artistry?
Doth she not ought to be called the first wonder of the world?
But you coward, throw acid on her face,
Just because she didn't want put up with your moronic,barbaric self!
How is that ,your heart allows you ,
To spoil a thing of beauty,
Which would've remained a joy forever???
Her external grandeur,you may disfigure!
But the million splendours her mind possesses,
Are onerous to erase!