Your face is like the rose in bloom,  
A radiant charm in every room.  
Its glow reflects a quiet light,  
A beauty soft, serene, and bright.  

Cover it with the veil so fine,  
A treasure rare, a gift divine.  
Let modesty guard this precious art,  
A jewel meant for the pure of heart.  

Each glance it draws, a silent prayer,  
A sign of blessings rich and fair.  
Protect its grace from fleeting gaze,  
And let it shine in rightful ways.  

Your face is like the rose, so pure,  
A creation crafted to endure.  
Wrap it gently, in modesty's care,  
And let its fragrance fill the air.