I beheld a comely Dove,
Like a painting hung in gallery,
Captivating and elusive,
With every brushstroke
It seems telling a story of grace,
Mystery, and allure.
Her essence linger in my mind
A melody of ethereal beauty,
Yet ever beyond the grasp.
She's a distant star,
A beauty admired from afar,
Bound never to cross paths.
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