There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies grow,
Heavenly, that place is.

Her lips, wine red
Sweet like her delightful smile,
An unusual taste to my bitter tongue.

Her eyes, dark brown
There’s a pure soul inside her,
It swept away my darkness
The moment I laid eyes on her

Her eyeliner, black like outer space
Illuminates the stars.
She’s a goddess
Her face awakens my soul.