In a black saree, her allure does rise,
Eyes of midnight, holding starry skies.
Rosy lips, like petals soft, in bloom,
Long earrings, dancing in the moonlight's room.
Chubby cheeks, where dimples sweetly hide,
Curvy body, a river, graceful glide.
In her, romance finds its tender art,
A masterpiece of love, a beating heart.
In her black saree, and her black eyes,
A sonnet of love, beneath the moonlit skies.
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