WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

Her face, a moon, eclipsed by shadows deep,
Where eyes, like blue oases, softly gleam,
A hidden world, where secrets softly sleep,
A whispered dream, a love-lorn, sweet stream.
Her hair, a raven's wing, a midnight flight,
Floating like a rain forest, dark and grand,
A mystery, concealed within the night,
A touch of magic, close at hand.
Her lips, like cherries, ripe and sweet to taste,
A forbidden fruit, a tempting, sweet desire,
A gentle curve, a love that will not waste,
A burning flame, an ever-growing fire.
And nose, a bridge, a pathway to her heart,
Where passions bloom, and lovers play their part. 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI