In God’s most sacred garden valley,
A flower of inviolable beauty and charm.
The blossom of exquisite sweetness
With the spirit to resist all harm,
Glowing like the icon of a cherub,
Boldly tempts and tries all the senses.
Posing itself front and center,
It washes away all sinful pretenses.
Soft and warm, with smoothness sublime,
Responsive to the gentlest touch,
Every feature of its divine form,
To my eyes, contributes much.
A manifestation of God’s fine craft
And His compassion half and half.
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