O Beauty of Visage,
Thou are the greatest enticer of this earth,
Sadly, often among all criteria you do presage,
Nothing can show to man a better mirage of mirth.
Thou robs a man's heart,
Makes him lose his head in love,
Often, cruelly, from others drives him apart,
Alas! He often places you everything's above.
Thou sans Heart's beauty are a cruel monster,
And gifted with it, you are the rarest piece of bliss,
Which can glow brighter than the star,
The greatest treasure that none would miss.
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