In numerous fiery visions,
I have seen the face of Beauty.
She looks so young, yet is ancient.
Even springtime and its budding,
Dream - like flowers have nothing on
Her. Summer's golden days pale in
Comparison to her jewelled eyes.
All the gods and angels adore her.
O she is like, the enchanting light
Of music, that warms frozen hearts.
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Very nice and very well written poem displaying beauty. A full score good sir and I wish you well Dominic.