Her

How does one describe perfection
These feeling of affection
Are so infectious
That maybe I need a doctor
Guess that is why they call it love sick
Her beautiful eyes
Her shining smile
She surely teachers the stars to burn bright
Never had I known true beauty till this night
All other so called beauty is vanity
All who have seen her have seen true beauty
All who know her have been struck by Cupid
The sorrow is that I can be hit by only one arrow.
Her tender voice speaks like the birds of spring
With wondering ears we wait on every word
her angelic features make us fall down and worship
If Helen launched one thousand ships
Then two thousand will leave for her.
How do I tell her all these things
How do I tell her that she’s amazing
That she is beyond beautiful to me
That I care more than I knew was possible.
But the question of genuine love persists
For me it is no longer doubtable