Classic Poem

White is her forehead,
Her lips are thin,
She has a shadow on her cheek
And a pointed chin.

I have seen many
That more beauty had,
But never one with such a spell
Over a lad.

She looks level,
Neither up nor down,
Lads that follow no smile
Follow her frown.

If it is a frown at all
I do not know,
Or the shadow of a smile
That they seek so.

Her color comes and goes,
Now red, now white,
She tosses lads' hearts
Up in the light.