For the eyes or brows or eyes and brows
and for those of pairs clads with impeccable clothe
From past to this and this to next for the love I vows
who is not in affinity to the opposite force like a moth
For the elegance of slender waist and the hands that sway
the belly and ballet dance that meet at bright
And the symmetry grace, that makes ever to pray
the pores that sweat the beads of cascade with its might
And those earthly perfumes that miss to match the scent
for those cosmic dance on the dais, those earthly eyes that fix
The tail of the peacock that stretch to match, but only years that spent
rather admits to dance, if it showers and not try to mix
While those dance that twilight and the bird that cite,
Why should I stop to praise while many other lionize
and for those of pairs clads with impeccable clothe
From past to this and this to next for the love I vows
who is not in affinity to the opposite force like a moth
For the elegance of slender waist and the hands that sway
the belly and ballet dance that meet at bright
And the symmetry grace, that makes ever to pray
the pores that sweat the beads of cascade with its might
And those earthly perfumes that miss to match the scent
for those cosmic dance on the dais, those earthly eyes that fix
The tail of the peacock that stretch to match, but only years that spent
rather admits to dance, if it showers and not try to mix
While those dance that twilight and the bird that cite,
Why should I stop to praise while many other lionize
