white rose

shall that i do to write you a poem.
thou art as a rose most slender of stem..
thy heart as a beating love..
thy eyes beautiful in their gentle surrender..
thy hands as quivers of arrows of an elven bow..

thy lips are as of the young swan wing,
radiant and cut as of pure rose quartz..
thy shoulders as the arch of a bow or the heart of a ship..
thy shoulder bones and skin crafted in the fineness
& elegance of the everest mountains of pure white snow

your face is of a white ebony heart crafted by art,
thy eyes of the clearest glass adorned with ebony dark..
they feet as of the tusks of the great elephant..
thou art of craft most splendid with a heart,
a mind most beautifully made - love