My Mistress Poem by Purushottam Jha

My mistress eyes are bright like the moon;
Her lips are far more red than raspberry,
If hair be cloud, black cloud were made on her head.
I saw blossom flower tree, in spring;
I have seen such beautiful pink blossom on her cheeks,
And there is no perfume is more delight,
Than in the breath that form my mistress scent.
I love to her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walk on the ground,
Then heaven comes on the ground.
And yet, I think my love is like once in a blue.
Nothing in this world have to compare her beauty.
So, I belived with false compare.