The Beauty

The beauty of all,

None is charm like you. 

Everything is very small,

Who comes in front of you. 

Don't think I'm telling about your height,

I am 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 a day from night.