The created

In your beautiful face
The placement of your lash,
Is possible only for a few.
Indeed he's so lucky
To have a beauty,
Someone like you.

Glamorous is your stand,
For which he can go insane,
Believe me it's fate.
The brightness of your eyes
Which never speak of lies.
No one would dare to hate.

Your attitude so fair,
The way you rinse your hair.
It's so gentle.
Not to miss your lips,
Which arises ocean of gossips-
Can of course create battle.