Enchantress
In the garden of sheer grace, I serenade
the ethereal beauty in you, inner.
That shall never with the passage of time fade,
even as you grow old, will be the winner.
Beauty so magical ne'er I've seen before,
brings out the inner peace in you to the fore.
You mean the world to me enchantress of hearts,
bewitched, reached a point where sanity departs.
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