Thy neck as sculpted marble,
above the temple of thy flesh doth stand;
upon it poised the pinnacle of thy unblemished face,
which radiates with beauty and shines of sacred light of joy and
happiness and grace.
Your smile, the muse of bards,
the theme of song, the stuff of ecstasy;
thy beauty timeless as the very song of love,
a beauty given solely to thee, from some great power above.
A dove of radiant beauty,
above the clouds; across the gleam of day;
above the Earth you glide and dance across the sky,
as you ascend those below you gaze at thee in awe as you fly.
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