*An Ode to She,

And she shows a neck like the neck of a white deer;
It is neither disproportionate, nor ornamented.

Emerald-black eyes and blazing black hair, like a Royal Princess of Westeroth from the Game of Thrones.

Pale, silk-like skin and wafer-thin lips.

As for her smile, It brightens the darkness of the night, as if she were the light-tower of a monk.

The smile looked like the smile of a pomegranate, like a rose whose petals have opened overnight, like a diamond which transforms the darkness of the world into sheer light.

In complexion, she is like the first egg of the ostrich- white, mixed with yellow.
She looked like the moon of the fourteenth day.

And now to the whole picture,
To look at, she is like an Arabian moon.
Under the dark shadow of her hair, her face is a lamp, or rather a torch, with ravens weaving their wings around it.

Towards one like her, the weak man gazes incessantly and lovingly.

She is well proportioned in height between the wearer of a long
dress and of a short frock.

And who would have thought that such overwhelming sweetness could flow from so small a mouth?