The way I could admire your beauty for centuries
Breathless
I walk through the marble halls where echoes play,
With each arches high and domes that rise
A beautiful vision sculpted beneath the skies
Columns stand with perfect grace
Watching the gold lining interlace
Each curve and line, a story told
Of ancient forms in marble bold
The brush of you paint the walls
Where knowledge blooms and beauty calls
I find myself in love
With angels looking from above
Shall you never go to waste
Fine art forever encased
My love, you bless me with your grace
Truly a genius ace
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 1:06 AM UTC
The way I could admire your beauty for centuries
Breathless
I walk through the marble halls where echoes play,
With each arches high and domes that rise
A beautiful vision sculpted beneath the skies
Columns stand with perfect grace
Watching the gold lining interlace
Each curve and line, a story told
Of ancient forms in marble bold
The brush of you paint the walls
Where knowledge blooms and beauty calls
I find myself in love
With angels looking from above
Shall you never go to waste
Fine art forever encased
My love, you bless me with your grace
Truly a genius ace
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