Beauty Be Compared - Poem by norman ayres
Her face is like a mirrored image of freya in her prime,
the perfection of her features is just oh so divine.
her eyes are that of ocean blue, not to the skies could they compare,
a deep and sharp majestic blue, as close to perfect as they dare.
her hair is just a marvel, with so much heft and might,
the red laid upon her shoulders brings fire to the night.
and when you put these features in a woman oh so fair,
only to the gods could her beauty be compared.
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