Beautiful
How do I describe such beauty as yours?
For in comparison the words would pale
No definition has ever been found
For it's a beauty no poet could tell
The stars speak of your beauty in whispers
To hide their love from the envious moon
The sun rises early to see your smile
But to the stars, the sun rises too soon
The flowers even faint in your presence
And the wind constantly whispers your name
The birds sings songs of love in your honor
History will show your beauty in fame
I'll speak of your beauty with my last breath
'Til my lips are sealed as I meet my death
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