Pretty
At the melting of the heart, with glass flowers blown,
Intricate patterns aquaplaned upon the sea,
Skimming the surface, their complex designs,
Paint the horizon with exotic tapestry.
So pretty her face framed in front of this tableau,
Blonde against orange petals of the sun,
Pale skinned, red apple lipped, eyes of jade and opal,
Wherein the dreams of ecstasy are spun.
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