She is angelic and unique, and
tramps in beauty like the breeze
Of cherry blossoms and of pearly sands
And all that lies between these----
Every ray of matured moon and azure grace vibrates on her laughing face-----
So humble she is in her heart alone.
And quite virtuous in her thoughts.
A kranz of roses on her cheek
and garden bless her brow,
And clock time, though I love
In converse and in the
character------
She is angelic and unique,
And sickly corn you'll rather never reap------
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Wow a charming superb description of a woman's beauty that you admire in poetic words. Kudos. Plz also read my poems too.