Poem 7

Where did your beauty spring from?
Where did you grow and bloom?
Nature, indulging your wishes,
gave all she had to you-

Eyes of unfathomed blueness,
maiden cheeks all aglow
and a lone wisp of soft hair cutely
falling upon you brow…

You well could be my dream girl,
but-heavens! - look back, please do!
so many sniffles stand behind me
like shoppers there in a queue.