The story starts with his beauty,
Your smile gives a threat to the setting sun,
Your eyes have the serenity of the forest woods,
Your frangrance like the first drop of fresh rain.
Your hair like the gushing waves,
your skin has a touch of pearl,
Your lips as the petal of rose.
Your anger like the fire ball rising sun,
you keep your legs on the ground,
but you are on cloud nine.
You stand in the fire being unburn,
You gave the heart those beautiful feelings,
You the world a better reason,
to live , to survive, to hold on.
All those shakespeare poems just describes you,
for u all the fair maidens foul,
the story goes on and on….
The story stays untold.