What A Pair Of Beautifull Lips!

What a pair of beautiful lips! Full of sap, tight and deeps Specially the lower ones, And runs in between A curve line very thin and fine, A prominent and very artistic Statistic mystic and fantastic, With bright red small lines Spread as the branches of veins As clear as mountain snow pristine A pack of honey a bottle of wine, A legume of an orange a swollen pod A plum, a hanging grape, a dripping drop. I was a fool, a buffoon suddenly taken aback, My mind and eyes played with me a nasty trick It was neither a beautiful pair nor a single lip, But of a beautiful tree a beautiful leaf.