Frame these lines! All future generations,
Regretting that they knew not thy fair form,
Acknowledge rule divine, false queens forsworn,
Nature surpassed by thy divine vibrations.
Contentment seems the order of the day,
Enchanting spell makes stars stop in their courses,
Sun moon and stars around Earth spin, display
French letters English shame. Each stunned voice hoarse is.
Rue too untrue rash rumour of thy fame
As it can't fit a grandeur nonpareil
Niche within eternity thy name
Creates emotions dreamers long for, pray.
Each silver strand Galadriel would wish:
Shame Gimli sated self on other fish.
Flailing, words in English fail to show,
Report, describe, one peerless paragon
Alone where others imitate her glow
Notwithstanding highest prize is won.
Creation's justified by presence fair
Excluding all dimensions parallel,
Supernovas pail before her stare,
Find themselves wanting, sound their tocsin bell.
Remember roses' perfume once was held
As worthy of the gods... this proves to be
Naught when compared to one whose fame unknelled
Center of joy proves for each century.
Ends here this sonnet, words no meaning make,
Sore mockery of thee: seed, crop, grain, bake and cake.
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