Peerless




The way she blush,
As if the dusk went red in all its glory.
The colors of love spread across,
As if listening to a romantic story.

The birds singing to act her voice,
The river waving to act her walk.
The wind flowing to act her movement,
The waterfall trying to act her talk.
But no one near to match her glory,
As if listening to a romantic story.

The petals trying to steal the touch,
The flowers trying to steal her fragrance.
The mirror trying to steal her look,
Honey trying to steal her sweetness.
But no one near to match her glory,
As if listening to a romantic story.

Deer hesitate when eyes are compared,
Night feels inferior when the hair is matched.
Dawn hides when talk about her smile,
Nature feels shy when her praise is scratched.
Indeed, no one near to match her glory,
As if listening to a romantic story.

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