Her hair glittered and shone like glinting strands of gold or her hair jet black in a deep sheen of ebony Ah, witness the Creator's creativity in beauty's rich variety
Her eyes a shade of sparkling jade
Or her hazel brown eyes in all the hues of sunrise.
Her cheeks had a blush of the red of rubies Her arms shimmered as does diamond dust Her skin was radiant like mother'o'pearl Her neck and figure so sinuous and slender as the diamond back snake's
The coy quiver of her lips like blossoming tulips
Her nails one could fancy were pink sapphire Ah, she could be a man's desire set his beating heart on fire
But miss terrific might be waiting for heart throbs to marry and not just any Tom **** , Bobs or Harry
So even if you may be a lady killer meet your match for she may be a femmefatale!
But whether we lasses are blessed with glamorous obsidian jet black eyes or eyes in shades of bronze sunset skies Or our complexion is fair or dark, or our tresses blonde or black The credit goes to their Creator, the Fashioner, the Wise. As each is winsome in someone'sΒ Β doting adoring eyes