A girl is better than a picture
to hold close and remember
a blushing young bride
caught and painted in the night
true beauty is worth capturing
instead of her set a sailing
she holds my thoughts
and will never be my ersatz
a land without a bridge
for us to meet at Oxbridge
to kiss under the stars
because she is from Venus and I from Mars
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