Oh Rosy-Cheeked

Oh rosy-cheeked, untouched by make-up,
Shamed those whose cheeks are rouged.

Oh languid-eyed, between the brows and blackness,
Atop the charm of eyes, the lashes a crown.

Your beauty in my heart cast light,
My tortured heart in her love so passionate, afflicted.

The redness of your cheeks, the colour of roses combined,
Between eyes and chest, a glowing light.

Never did the sea alter her colour its waves,
Raised from the depths the crown's pearl.

For her we ascend even the highest,
And for her we travel even the blackest night.

So deluded you, the beautiful lines of her brows,
Once removed her lines, amazed.

An eye naturally kohled needs it not,
Whilst another always kohling needs.

And the expert's eye, famed for proof,
Distinguishes whether a pearl or glass.

And I love beauty so pure and need,
This, with beauties, my way and belief.