The sparkling bright mirror
Reflects the charm of Beauty
As she gazes mesmerizes
At her own reflection
Her large raven eyes
Untouched,
That bards delicately depict
In poems of Love,
Sulk and stare back at her;
Her pink lips
Turning red with hotness
Stay parched
Emanating their nectar in oblivion;
Her face smooth and soft
Where bloom myriad roses
Sigh ‘n’ lament
As her raven locks
Dark as nights of winter
Softly frame her lovely face
Woven with untouched purity;
Slowly these untouched jewels of Beauty
Fade away
With the smoke of Time
And her youth passes by
Crossing the stony path of Life
Bleeding slowly
Crawling
Towards end!