Enchantress

Thy clock reminds me of the lovely sunshine, Those oceans of thy iris, thy killer eyes, Art just like glasses, and art rich like wine, I want to look them forever, till my demise. Those luscious lips art like petals of rose, Thou art the queen of beauty and attraction, I am writing a poetry, I should write a prose, To describe thou mine paramour, god's best creation. The blonde hairs of thine are like strings of gold, Thy mesmerizing curves are just enchanting, I think god molded thou with Aphrodite's mold, As thine tempting body is made totally amazing. My only fear is to lose thou mine beloved, But God knows if I am too thine adored.