I dream of beauty, an image of such wonderful beauty.
No garden of roses could match the beauty I see.
No sculpture, no painting could capture such beauty I dream.
Only the angels in heaven could have greater beauty I dream.
But the beauty I dream of is not a dream. You are the beauty I see.
An earthy angel do I see made from heaven for me.
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