Your beauty has no equal on this earth:
Your eyes are smoldering embers in the Hearth...
Warming children during all of their wintry days,
The sun shines upon us with his Benevelont Rays.
And in times of Darkness I find solace so true:
Inside of my dreams, when I think of you.
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A very thoughtful comment and profound poem