Her hair,* *like the rich red fruits of autumn,
Her ears, like the curled fountains that tantalize all the senses,
Her eyes, like the jewels that sparkle in fresh water,
Her nose, like the pearl found in the depths of the blue River Rhine,
Her lips, like the wings of a rainbow butterfly,
Her voice, like the lilt of the magic Celtic harp,
Her neck, like the long sweet swan of Lohengrin,
Her arms, like the bronze Amazonian champions of older days,
Her fingers, like the warm hues of the golden Sahara,
Her *******, like the tangerines from the Roman past,
Her hips, like the abundant curves of the Serengeti's acacia,
Her thighs, like the entrance into the lush kingdom of the Pharaohs,
Her calves, like the delicate wax from the heights of Mount Atlas,
Her feet, like the supple honey from the tree of life,
Her name, like the silent knell of death on a bright summer's night.
©Rangzeb Hussain