A Picture Of Beauty


A picture of beauty

Sweet is not a word to describe,
Nor beautiful or Devine,
There is not a single kind,
Of any madden which compares to mine.

Her heart and soul, so true and full,
Her very touch hath made me whole,
So my love could you ever know,
The passion that shall forever grow.

Enchanted by her charm and lost in her eyes,
With her essence unlike the sky’s,
May I always be standing by her side,
And shall our spirits never divide.

I live for her and all her grace,
With a touch of satin and lace,
And with the most hypnotic embrace,
Which I could never replace.

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