𝐊𝐚 𝐇𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐮 !

 

Her face is like a woman’s perfect grace,
By Nature’s hand designed to be so fair;
With delicate lines and soft features traced,
Yet born to wear a woman’s proud form and stare.
   
In her bright eyes, true virtue shines so clear,
Reflecting joy more bright than women’s gaze;
Her beauty shames the loveliest of them all,
And stirs desire with every glance she lays.

No age nor season can her looks erode,
No earthly hand can mar her polished mold;
Others may fade though charm they once bestowed,
She blooms afresh each day like spring made bold.

Her soul and nature, both so rich and rare,
Shift not like fleeting moods or shallow hearts;
None can possess her fully, none can dare,
She is not dulled by common lover's arts.

With purity and deep majestic grace,
Her spirit shines through every thoughtful glance;
As if she were the finest form God shaped,
A sight too pure for fortune or by chance.

To women, a rival; to men, a dream,
Yet none may wholly claim or hold her fast;
Though I love her, her strength is not for me,
Still Nature builds her beauty to outlast.

No other love could ever match this fire,
Whom God adorned with love’s eternal breath