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Madonna Mia

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A LILY-GIRL, not made for this world's pain,
With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:
Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,
Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,
And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,
Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.
Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,
Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,
Being o'ershadowed by the wings of awe.
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Fabrizio Frosini 17 May 2016
''Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice''.. ''Madonna Mia! '' - My Lady!
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Brian Jani 05 May 2014
Oscar you deserve an Oscar for this poem
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