Could there be other angels half as fair?
As love of mine, so sweet, the fairest heart?
And here's to tell you all, please be aware,
My love is pure, has changed not any part;
Her aspect of such comely pulchritude,
A silhouette of joy against the sky,
Naught heard of women as so much imbued,
Except when said by tongues that have to lie;
Her mirth, expressed by laughter so demure,
Resounds of melodies the Muses sing,
My heart knows not of any such allure
Of half the sweetness that her voice could bring;
....My love, that in dreams only may be found,
....Has come in splendor, and is just around.
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The angel here has not undergone any bodily enhancement as has been the fad of other women.