Like Shakespeare
Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?
Or shall I to the Angels if I may
for thy enthralling look I blink in cadence like
beholding a Saintly gift to mankind
her benign smile as the sun alike
so easy yet transcedental to find
Blossoming daily and emanating
In the midst of the night, blindly glittering
Her voice, a cooling effect of the moon
on a starry night
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soothingly sweet filled with apnoea
Reminds me of a beautiful nightingale
A beauty so young and pristine
Astonishly attrative, bedazzingly bewitching
Canvased in an ethreal body
with velvety skin
curvaceously dressed in a decolletage
Absent in coqquettish attitudes
Yet leaves Monks in concupiscence
Ravishing with succulent lips
smiling in ordinary
The smile that win, the tint that glow
A mind at peace with all below.