I wrote this poem when I was in class VIII. My second english poem...
I never met her in reality,
but she came in my dream last night.
She looked like a fairy without wings,
or a beautiful charming snow-white.
She was white as is moonlight,
and her cheeks were red as rose.
Her face was like those of angels,
or might be even better than those.
She smiled as no-one ever smiled,
for that smile i could pay any price.
Her eyes were just like twinkling stars,
which don't need any trick to hypnotise.
She was beautiful from head to toe,
and truly was a master-piece of GOD.
I can bet for her sake even 'ROMEO',
might have killed 'JULLIET' with his sword.
