String of pearls, hug her nape
Freya zingers, as she comes down the stairs
In the attire of the lady I’m entrap
Beauty beyond thoughts, wonder Clare
Alluring sensation, so divine and pure
Garnishedwith a smile, that’s majestic and grand
To a sorrowing heart, her touch is a cure
In the nest of my heart, she soberly land
Apparel structured as never before
Soothes the soul as a flyingthistledown does
Moon beholds, moonlight adores
Pleasant art of God, admires Greuze
For a speck of her glimpse, angels compete
as the time ascend, louder she glares
To stay with her the winds sleet
beauty of her charm, inexpressible for trou-vere
Like a silent devotee, I owe to you
To this materialistic world I bid adieu
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