Of beauty's description
You are my greatest affliction,
No star shone brighter than;
The twinkle in your eyes,
Nor hath the sun's rays shine;
Like the glow of your golden hair,
Neither hath a rose; softer petals;
Than your soft yielding skin,
And no orchestra or instrument could procure;
Such beautiful sound as that of your voice,
Then again never has there been;
Nor will there ever probably be,
Any such comparison to flawlessness,
Nothing comparable; nothing similar,
So stay, sitting pretty you;
On that throne of yours so high,
For none could ever rise to you close;
Fear in their every thought,
Acknowledgement of it in their every word;
For you are perfection incarnate...
© okpoet
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
Of beauty's description
You are my greatest affliction,
No star shone brighter than;
The twinkle in your eyes,
Nor hath the sun's rays shine;
Like the glow of your golden hair,
Neither hath a rose; softer petals;
Than your soft yielding skin,
And no orchestra or instrument could procure;
Such beautiful sound as that of your voice,
Then again never has there been;
Nor will there ever probably be,
Any such comparison to flawlessness,
Nothing comparable; nothing similar,
So stay, sitting pretty you;
On that throne of yours so high,
For none could ever rise to you close;
Fear in their every thought,
Acknowledgement of it in their every word;
For you are perfection incarnate...
© okpoet
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