An effort to describe that imaginary girl. Read on...
Sweetest is thy melody flow,
Hardest are then melted slow.
Mind’s index with a blossom’s bloom,
Her sparkling smile for the jasmine’s gloom,
Roses long for her florence touch,
Full of care, for her palm is such.
Blush, of a baby's curl,
Blush, of a baby's curl,
Princess, she is her daddy's girl.
Charm o'er soul of art,
Mastered forms, close by heart.
Step then step, strokes of grace,
Her shadow strains to match her pace.
Rosebuds maketh her lonely trail,
While slower moves the slowy snail.
A gracious tread and the envious pride,
The moon doth hide for a stroll in the night.
1. The song she sings is the most beautiful melody that has the power to melt even the hardest of hearts. Such is the sweetness of her voice.
2. Her face is like a white blossom. Her smile makes the jasmine flower to get jealous of her, and lose it's glow.
3. Her palm is compared to that of Florence Nightingale(the most caring nurse), and even the most delicate roses love her caring touch.
4. She blushes like a new born baby which curls in the arm of it's mother. And she is the most beautiful princess to her dad.
5. She is an artist(cook, singer, dancer or whatever) whose performance is a fusion of art and love. Her love for her them makes her the master of her art. (Lines dedicated to someone who is the most charming dancer I've ever seen.)
6. Her movement is compared to the graceful strokes of a skilled artist with his paintbrush. She moves with such grace. And her movement is so unique that even her shadow cannot follow her (ie.) imitate her way of moving.
7. Her foot is so soft as if she has only walked over rosebuds. When she moves, the snail , which moves so slow, starts moving slower watching her walk.
8.This is personification of "Pride" as a person. Even the quality called "pride" , gets jealous of the way she walks. And the moon hides with envy on seeing her at night, more beautiful than her.
