Face of beauty
many i have seen.
Garden of rose
many i have seen.
Indigenes of golden city
many i have seen.
Profess of love
many i have heard.
Plum and apple
the fruits of knowledge
many i have gulfed.
But your appearance,
the first day of a new child.
Are you from olympus,
never can tell, but
your beauty calls a banquet.
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