Her Beauty

If you ask me about her, I will tell you all,
but beware for the heart, which in her love will fall.
She'll playfully losen, her black flowing hair,
which would fall on her shoulder hugging it with care.
She'll give you a look, with those deep dark eyes,
Ensnaring you with magic which in them lies.
She'll walk upto you, and give you a smile,
Which would render you hapless like an imbecile.
Her mercy, her joy, her pity, her coy
Can madden the mind and in love destroy.
So you ask me about her, and I'll tell you all
but you already know, you are in her love enthralled.