Ooh! thee beauty of the ages,
Whose beauty is sung praises,
For you, I write,
A poem,
A poem of the times,
The world has never seen,
A glory more than your skin,
Glittering, like the sun of the horizon,
Are your teeth,
Fresh, as the breeze of the ocean,
Is your breath,
You say I'm the last of your choice,
and I don't mind,
For you're my ace,
The healer of my heart,
The better part of my mind,
As the days pass,
And away you remain,
Sure is one thing,
In my heart you reign,
It you that I can't stop loving.
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