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The image of you
A sight to behold
Your skin is petal of rose
Softly round at every fold
Your eyes speak of treasure
Of ruby, jade and sapphire
Your hair,
The break of autumn morn
So at rest, so peaceful
Your lips speak no lies
Taste no wine
Though soft like snow
They’re burnt in the avenues
The avenues of me
Where only I can see
But the eye can’t see
The only thing more perfect
Than your ivory body
Is your ivory face
And just as perfect
Is to have you in this place
Where I can behold
The greatest creature
I’ve came to meet
I’m not worthy
To even see your feet
Yet I look upon the full glory
Of a yet untold story
Where I wish the time of end
With you my time I’ll have to spend
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