Hair as soft as the harvest wheat...
brush it from your cheek.
Eyes that sparkle like the dew
on the clover's leaf.
Lips like the berry: full, red and sweet...
longing for love's first taste.
Skin smooth as the peach blossom-
needing sun's warmth.
Voice makes the song birds turn in shame,
words- music to my ears.
Touched by love's gentle good grace,
I shudder, at my fortune's fate.
BbygirlJes