QUEEN OF HEAVEN

 Too many beauties my eyes have beheld
But none could be compared to your beauteous forms
As I daily search for words to describe your beauty
What shall I name this compelling beauty of yours
That has taught the eyes of men to see and desire?
Shall I call you the queen of England, Princess Diana or Helen of Sparta?
No! Your beauty is more than the earthly beauties of queens
For you are more fairer than fair Helen whose admired beauty
Plaqued the shores of troy with thousands of warships
I shall call you the queen of heaven, the mortal star that radiates celestial.
Thus the heavens themselves commend on your perfected beauty.
Your navel a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine
Your waist a mound of wheat encircled by Lilly
Your breasts, like ivory globes circled with jacinth
Nose like the tower of Labon looking towards Damascus,
Your azure veins, your alabaster skin; body polished with sapphire,
Snow white teeth, your mouth smoother than oil,
Your lips drops sweetness as the honeycomb, milk and honey are under your tongue
And your voice much sweeter than the muses’ songs.
Hair like golden threads, your rosy dimpled cheeks
For your beauty itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
You are my lapis lazuli, the chrysanthemum of my love garden
O’ queen of heaven thou art more beautiful than words can say.