White Nymph

Egg like eyes with two grapes
pierce
Beetroot heart of mine.

Soft, thin, rosy ears like leaves:
I feel
cold breeze from it.

Juicy biscuit nose with two dots
arrests
my working eye - lids.

Buttered 'Bun'-ny cheek, centered cherry lips;
not to eat
but to kiss.

Teeth, like pearls, shell inside,
sounds sweetly rattle,
when she laughs.

Blackish wavy lengthy lock
brings to me
sparkling Niagara.

Whity, slim - beauty nymph's
hike
outshines Swan's glowing back.

Voice as that of nightingale
inspires
me, the Wordsworth inside, indeed.

Generation next, If any,
I will lend my-self to this
'Moving Statue'.

05-09-2002 ; 11:15 pm - 12:25 am