English Poetry, From An Arabian Progeny

From The Daughters Of Khalid

My hands do not write very often
However, ink turns red out of shyness
When my right hands talks
About inappropriate madness
And the pencil melts while
I specify between the lines her prettiness
From the daughters of khalid
Arabia is her origins
A symbol of nobility,
beauty and cleverness
Sightening her gives me expectancy
About the future's gloriousness
She is undoubtedly
An angel but with consciousness