The beauty

O beauty of all 

none is charm as you 

Everything is very small 

who comes in front of you 

Don't think I'm telling about your height 

I'm telling about your beauty 

It's better than every nice sight 

when you smile very sweetly 

The colour of your check 

is brighter than the sunlight 

When you come forward to speak 

it becomes day from the night 

You have the long black hair 

and the brightest blue eyes 

Believe me it's kill me a lot 

when ever you crossed me by saying By.