MY BEAUTY SPOT

My beauty spot 

She’s the antique and I am an ant, 

Cares for me even when I can’t.

Her intellect says tremendous, 

the joint between her lips and her beauty,

holds a halt rendezvous, 

My love is a lily, 

A beautiful sprout in Sharon 

No tree or leaf alludes here freshness.

My love is a rose, 

A scent of the morning dew. 

She is my rose of Sharon,

her fragrance have i compared to a host of perfumes in the company of Angels.

She lingers around me, Like a finger tingle and prickle,

her smile shakes thrones and kingdoms.

My love, my beloved,

you are my beauty spot,

the source of my pride.

With your eyes, have you not slain Kings ?

Who dares withstand your beauty?

Who would?  tell me who? 

You are my beauty spot..