My love needs no ornaments

My love needs no ornaments,
she is an ornament in itself,

once a butterfly touched her cheek,
colourful patterns emerged in her wings,

then once she touched a wilting flower,
in the mid of june now it keeps on blossoming,

and once she put her feet into a pond,
and turned the waters into scented perfumes,

somebody go and tell her she is fairer then the clouds,
her face is clearer then the summer noon sky,

she need not do any make up,
Gods have blessed and made her best of kind.