How marvelous is her eyes to behold!
How wonderful are those white and brown
To behold with so much glamour
That tales folk story with just staring
Into the mist.
How gorgeous are thy eye's
That the sea turbulence
That troubles the sailors
Comes to still by just
This eyes of hers staring at it.
The Beauty of creation would
Always be a mystery to describe
Because creation itself is a mystery
To describe by just mere words of mankind.
So, I can't describe this eyes
For they are more than beauty itself
Not because I lack words to describe
Just because the God of beauty
Can't be describe by words formulated by mankind.
Your eyes are beautiful
© Lerato
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 3:18 AM UTC
How marvelous is her eyes to behold!
How wonderful are those white and brown
To behold with so much glamour
That tales folk story with just staring
Into the mist.
How gorgeous are thy eye's
That the sea turbulence
That troubles the sailors
Comes to still by just
This eyes of hers staring at it.
The Beauty of creation would
Always be a mystery to describe
Because creation itself is a mystery
To describe by just mere words of mankind.
So, I can't describe this eyes
For they are more than beauty itself
Not because I lack words to describe
Just because the God of beauty
Can't be describe by words formulated by mankind.
Your eyes are beautiful
© Lerato
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