Beauty Divine

Where is this lady, Beauty Divine?
Lips of cherry plucked from the vine
Skin of opal no blemish in sight
Passionate glow of the moonlit night

Teeth of pearls from waters deep
That perfect smile memory will keep
Radiant eyes illuminate bright
Even the sun must bow its light

Her caring heart full of grace
Kindness and passion fill this place
Wisdom and knowledge crown her head
This is the one I did wed

Where is this lady, Beauty Divine?
Off the market, because she’s mine

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