There she was, more beautiful than anything I had ever seen
Maybe she was some kind of fantasy that I'd conjured up in a dream
It seemed that everything that surrounded her, had no right to be there
Even the flowers that scented the breeze were not able to touch or compare
Her smile was a crescent. Her eyes were azure, against skin that was whiter than snow
(And as pure)
She was perfectly fragile
Uniquely refined
She was heaven and woman combined
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