Finding grace, in your face, seem not so hard at all,
Each time I, look into your eye, the heavenly lights fall,
The heavenly smiles, how they beguile, melting my heart like snow,
I get lost, I get worst, each time you turn to go.
Life is short; it can contort, only because of you,
If you deny, give blind eye, I’ll make you rue,
Soft your hair, only to stare, affixed is my gaze,
Snow white hue, seems untrue, like the white maze,
Thine eyes, depth there lies, like a never ending abyss,
When I look, like in a brook, I get drowned, all are amiss,
Hence I beseech, before I reach, the stage of a lunar state,
Give thy hand, take me to the land, and let my emotions abate.