I have looked upon true beauty
And now it haunts me every day.
A shining image true
Now engraved upon my brain.
A vision of flawlessness,
Tis’ a beauty for which I’d die.
A perfection so fully pure
One cannot help but cry.
This beauty possesses the deepest soul
That makes one burn with desire
So that one could glance unendingly
And never sleep or tire.
Tis’ a magnificence so captivating
That words cannot describe.
The moment that you see her
Cupid’s arrow does arrive.
For tis’ true! This beauty is a woman
One that stands apart
For this is the woman
Who has stolen fast my heart.
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