Hypnotic Pulchritude

We usually come across with an angel in our life. The girl without any smudge of glitch.This poem revolves around her.

Your coiffed hair,

eyebrows , quite pictorial,

eyes as clear as starless winter night,

with ingenious foresight.

 

Short, cute nose like that of a barbie doll,

smile filling the darkest dwellings in the hall,

with a radiant hue.

Avoiding spite of despondence,

Creating an aura of sanctity.

 

The mole adds a feather to the cap,

the alluring scar prohibiting my daft brain from a nap.

With voice of a nightingale,

sowing the seeds of derail,

instance of a twenty four carat gold,

although exquisite yet bold. 

 

Your heart is at the right place,

provoking ours' to leap at a fast pace.

 

With sleek chivalric steps,

Brawling in my mind here and there,

My mind mad as a March hare.