Many a song has been sung.
False praise of the purest beauty
For which man has seen no rival.
Divinity is her name, unspoken.
Falls upon men who listen with their heart.
A transcendental work of divine revival.
Quoth fair beauty,
Elegance emanating from her grace,
"I bestow a love upon thee
Time nor space can erase."
A true embodiment of supernatural splendor.
An allure of enticing, enigmatic love.
The sheer presence of her magnificence,
Accompanied by the aura of mystery,
As she makes her descent from above.
Her lips of silk surpass timelessness.
Satin dreams:  The surreptitious vision of the infinite.
Seems like eternity, I have awaited your touch.
I have become whole; fulfilled is my soul
As I marvel in our future together.